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,