Get thee to bed, Francisco.
Wrap yourself up in blankets
Nestle in among your sheets
The night breeze that wafts across your face
Will remind you of where you are not.
Curled up in your cocoon of night, Francisco,
Think of us here where you were
And the warmth will spread from your woolen socks
To the downy comforter tucked around your shoulders.
Sigh, Francisco
Dream, Francisco
Of all the madness you leave behind you
As you head to your bed
Maybe this ghost that appears
Is the steam from Francisco’s dream.
Get thee to bed.
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The Hamlet Project 
Where is this from? This isn’t from the First Folio, right?
It is, in fact, in the First Folio – though not as its own sentence. https://internetshakespeare.uvic.ca/doc/Ham_F1/scene/index.html