Ham. Murder! Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is, But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Ham. Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift 20 As meditation or the thoughts of love, 35 40 45 May sweep to my revenge. Ghost. Ham. I find thee apt; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, hear. "T is given out that, sleeping in my orchard, Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abused; but know, thou noble youth, My uncle! O my prophetic sou!! Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts, O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her in marriage, and to decline Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine! But virtue, as it never will be moved, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, 50 So lust, though to a radiant angel linked, 55 Will sate itself in a celestial bed And prey on garbage. 60 But, soft! Methinks I scent the morning air. And a most instant tetter barked about, Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand dispatched; 65 once 75 80 85 90 95 Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, No reckoning made, but sent to my account heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once! The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, [Exit. Ham. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee! I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures 100 past, That youth and observation copied there, O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark. So, uncle, there you are. word; [Writing. 105 Now to my 110 It is "Adieu, adieu! remember me." }[Within.] My lord, my lord! [Within.] Lord Hamlet! Mar. Hor. Mar. Hor. Ham. So be it! [Within.] Heaven secure him! Mar. [Within.] Illo, ho, ho, my lord! Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come. Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Mar. How is't, my noble lord? Hor. Ham. O, wonderful! Hor. Good my lord, tell it. What news, my lord? No, you'll reveal it. 115 120 Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven. Mar. Nor I, my lord. Ham. How say you, then,-would heart of man 125 Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave 130 135 Ham. To tell us this. Why, right, you are in the right. you, For every man hath business and desire, Such as it is; and for my own poor part, Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. Ham. I'm sorry they offend you, heartily; Hor. Yes, faith, heartily. There's no offence, my lord. Ham. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, And much offence too. Touching this vision here, It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you. |