Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand,  
 Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatched;  
 Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,  
 Unhouseled, disappointed, unaneled,  
 No reckoning made, but sent to my account  
 With all my imperfections on my head:  
 O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
Hamlet (1601) act 1, sc. 5, l. 74























