So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
And shrieks like [mandrakes'] torn out of the earth,
That living mortals hearing them run mad;—
O, if I wake, shall I not be [distraught],
Environed with all these hideous fears?
And madly play with my forefathers' joints?
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?—
O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost