And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I 'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
I am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,