Hamlet & The Ghost
Ghost: Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
Ghost: Murder most foul, an in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Hamlet: Haste me to know’t, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
Ghost: I find thee apt ;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear.
‘T is given out, that, sleeping in mine orchard,
A serpent stung me ; so the whole ear of Denmark
is by a forged process of my death
Ranky abus’d ; but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father’s life
Now wears his crown.
Hamlet: O my prophetic soul!
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