Shakespeares_Ghost

O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,

To help me sort such needful ornaments

As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?

Strike, drum.

Exeunt

Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.

'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the

dial is now upon the prick of noon.