Listen to me carefully as my time is almost done. I am the ghost of your father and you must take revenge for his horrible murder, that crime against nature.
Oh God! Murder? Hurry and tell me about it, so I can take revenge right away, faster than a person falls in love.
Everyone was told that a poisonous snake killed me. But you should know that the real snake that stung your father is now wearing his crown.
With his clever words and fancy gifts, he seduced my seemingly virtuous queen, persuading her to give in to his lust.
As I was saying your uncle snuck up to me while I was sleeping in the orchard, as I always used to do in the afternoon, and poured a vial of henbane poison into my ear—that poison that moves like quicksilver through the veins and curdles the blood, which is just what it did to me and that’s how my brother robbed me of my life, my crown, and my queen all at once.
Don’t let the Danish king’s bed be a nest of incest. However you go about your revenge, don’t corrupt your mind or do any harm to your mother. Leave her to God and her own guilt. Do not forget me as the sun starts to show up. Good bye.
All you up in heaven! And earth! Shall I include hell as well? Keep beating, my heart, and muscles, don’t grow old yet—keep me standing. I’ll wipe my mind clean of all trivial facts and memories and preserve only your commandment there. So, uncle, there you are. Now it’s time to deal with the vow I made to my father.
Come over here, gentlemen, and put your hands on my sword again. Swear by my sword you’ll never mention what you’ve heard or what you've seen tonight.
It is. But no matter how strangely I act, you must never, ever display any gesture of your hands or a certain expression on your face—that you know anything about what happened to me here tonight. You must never say anything. I sincerely thank you for what you've done. But for now, let us go back to court as there are so much out of whacks in these times and I'm supposed to fix it.