HAMLET: I wish I’d been there.
HORATIO: It would have amazed you very much.
HAMLET: Most likely . . . Most . . . likely.
I’ll stand watch with you tonight! Maybe it will walk again. If it assumes the shape of my noble father, I’ll speak to it—even if hell itself gapes open and commands my silence.
Please, if you’ve kept this a secret so far, keep it still. Whatever happens tonight, don’t speak of it, and I’ll return the favor.
So farewell! I’ll visit you on the platform between eleven and twelve.
MARCELLUS, BARNARDO: We’ll do our duty, sir.
HAMLET: Give me your love instead, as I give you mine. Farewell.
My father’s spirit, in arms! All is not well. I have a hunch there’s some foul play involved. Oh, I wish it were night already! Until then, I must remain calm.
Foul deeds will be revealed, even if the whole world conspires to keep them secret.