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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:52:22 GMT
HAMLET
What?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:52:34 GMT
Ghost
I am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confined to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could 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 eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
If thou didst ever thy dear father love--
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:52:44 GMT
HAMLET
O God!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:52:57 GMT
Ghost
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:53:08 GMT
HAMLET
Murder!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:53:18 GMT
Ghost
Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:53:30 GMT
HAMLET
Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:53:40 GMT
Ghost
I find thee apt;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:53:53 GMT
HAMLET
O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:54:10 GMT
Ghost
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,--
O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust
The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
From me, whose love was of that dignity
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,
So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage.
But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
And in the porches of my ears did pour
The leperous distilment; whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man
That swift as quicksilver it courses through
The natural gates and alleys of the body,
And with a sudden vigour doth posset
And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
All my smooth body.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head:
O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and damned incest.
But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught: leave her to 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,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.
Exit
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:54:33 GMT
HAMLET
O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
O most pernicious woman!
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,--meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark:
Writing
So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'
I have sworn 't.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:55:20 GMT
MARCELLUS HORATIO
[Within] My lord, my lord,--
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:56:01 GMT
MARCELLUS
[Within] Lord Hamlet,--
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:56:12 GMT
HORATIO
[Within] Heaven secure him!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:56:24 GMT
HAMLET
So be it!
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