So art thou to revenge when thou shalt hear, i am thy father's spirit.
WHAT?
List, list, o, list! If thou didst ever thy dear father love, revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
Murder?
I find thee apt, the whole Denmark is by forged process of my death. But know, thou my noble youth, the serpent that stung thy father's life now wears the crown.
Haste me to know 't, that I, with wings as swift as meditation or the thought of love, may sweep to my revenge
Ay, thus was i sleeping, by a brothers hand of life, of crown, or queen at once dispatched, cut off even in the blossom of my sin.
O my prophetic soul! My uncle?
o all you host of heaven! o earth! what else? and shall I couple hell? oh fie! hold, hold \, my heart, and you my sinews, grow not instant ol, but bear me stiffly up. Remember thee
oh horrible, horrible, most horrible! if thou hast nature in thee, bear it not. Adieu, adieu, adieu. remember me