Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned, bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, be thy intents wicked or charitable, thou com'st in such a questionable shape that I will speak to thee.
Look, my lord, it comes.
I am thy father's spirit. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift as meditation or the thoughts of love, may sweep to my revenge.
Now, Hamlet, hear. 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me. So the whole ear of Denmark is by a forget process of my death rankly abused. But know, thou noble youth, the serpent that did sting thy father's life now wears his crown.
Yes, by heaven! O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain. At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark.
Adieu, adieu, adieu. Remember me.
Never to speak this that you have seen, swear by my sword.