Ghost (cont.) Lend thy listening ear, but that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house
I would a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul , freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful Porpentine,
But this same blazon must not be, to ears of flesh and blood
Hamlet, if ever thou didst thy dear father love.
Hamlet O God.
Ghost Revenge his foul, and most unnatural murder :
Hamlet Murder.
Ghost Yea, murder in the highest degree,
As in the least tis bad,
But mine most foul, beastly, and unnatural.
Hamlet Haste me to know it, that with wings as swift as
meditation, or the thought of it, may sweep to my revenge.
Ghost O I find thee apt, and duller shouldst thou be
Then the fat weed which roots itself in ease
On Lethe wharf: brief let me be.
Tis given out, that sleeping in my orchard,
A Serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is with a forged Process of my death rankly abused:
But know thou noble Youth: he that did sting
Thy father’s heart, now wears his Crown.
Hamlet O my prophetic soul, my uncle! my uncle!
Ghost Yea he, that incestuous wretch, won to his will
O wicked will, and gifts! that have the power (with gifts,
So to seduce my most seeming virtuous Queen,
But virtue, as it never will be moved,
Though Lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
So Lust, though to a radiant angel linked,
Would fate it self from a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage : but soft, methinks
I scent the mornings air, brief let me be,
Sleeping