Enter Ghost.[9]
Ham. A King of shreds and patches.
[Sidenote: 44] Saue me; and houer o're me with your wings[10]
You heauenly Guards. What would you gracious figure?
[Sidenote: your gracious]
Qu. Alas he's mad.[11] [Sidenote: Ger.]
Ham. Do you not come your tardy Sonne to chide, That laps't in Time and Passion, lets go by[12] Th'important acting of your dread command? Oh say.[13]
[Footnote 1: —his mother's matronly age.]
[Footnote 2: She gives way at last.]
[Footnote 3: —spots whose blackness has sunk into the grain, or final particles of the substance.]
[Footnote 4: —transition form of tint:—'will never give up their colour;' 'will never be cleansed.']
[Footnote 5: He persists.]
[Footnote 6: —Claudius himself—his body no 'temple of the Holy Ghost,' but a pig-sty. 3.]