
As unpleasant and disturbing the reality of the ghost's speech, I can't help but be drawn to the romantic aspect.
"Gone is my glowing skin tone,
good my maid, and faded.
Look in my dead eyes, lady,
lustrous of old, though cold now.
hacked in half my buckler
had I yore in war; my
beard's uncleaned, but kindly
kiss me if you still wish to."
And she kissed him!