(mind through the eye of a needle)

Hamlet:

My father—methinks I see my father—

Horatio:

Where, my lord?

Hamlet:

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Horatio:

I saw him once, 'a was a goodly king.

Hamlet:

'A was a man, take him for all in all,

I shall not look upon his like again.

Horatio:

My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.

Hamlet:

Saw? who?

Horatio:

My lord, the King your father.