OSRIC
You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is–
HAMLET
GHOST
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
**HAMLET
**Murder!
GHOST
Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
**HAMLET
**Haste me to know’t, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
Ghost
I find thee apt;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
‘Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father’s life
Now wears his crown.
