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Act I Scene V. Elsinore. The Castle. Another part of the fortifications.
Enter Ghost and Hamlet.
Hamlet Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak! I'll go no further.
Ghost. Mark me.
Hamlet I will.
Ghost. My hour is almost come,
When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
Hamlet Alas, poor ghost!
Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.
Hamlet Speak. I am bound to hear.
Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
Hamlet What?
Ghost. I am thy father's spirit,
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,
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 an 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-
Hamlet O God!
Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther.
Hamlet Murther?
Ghost. Murther most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.