from Hamlet, Act I scene v

alwaysiambic:

HAMLET:

Where 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 sulphurous 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 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—

HAMLET:

O God!

GHOST:

Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

HAMLET:

Murder!

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