Hamlet: Ghost on the Battlements

Hamlet, Act I, scene 5

Father’s Ghost. I am thy father’s spirit, 745
Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin’d to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg’d away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house, 750
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 755
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine.
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-

Hamlet. O God! 760

Father’s Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther.

Hamlet. Murther?

Father’s Ghost. Murther most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

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