1. REVENGE Act I Scene 5 Avenge me Hamlet

2. ACT I SCENE 5 BACKSTORY The ghost of Hamlets father appearsbefore Hamlet and his companions The two part from Hamletscompanions and talk elsewhere Hamlets father reveals that he waskilled by Hamlets uncle Claudius The ghost tells Hamlet of details fromthe murderer and asks his son to seekvengeance The following is a passage where theghost speaks to Hamlet 3. ACT I SCENE 5 (41-91)Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorousgiftsO wicked wit and gifts, that have the powerSo to seduce!won to his shameful lustThe will of my most seeming-virtuousqueen. 4. O Hamlet, what a falling off was there!From me, whose love was of that dignityThat it went hand in hand even with the vowI made to her in marriage, and to declineUpon a wretch whose natural gifts were poorTo those of mine.But virtue, as it never will be moved,Though lewdness court it in a shape ofheaven,So lust, though to a radiant angel linked,Will sate itself in a celestial bed 5. And prey on garbage.But soft! Methinks I scent the morning air.Brief let me be. Sleeping within myorchard,My custom always of the afternoon,Upon my secure hour thy uncle stoleWith juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,And in the porches of my ears did pourThe leperous distilment, whose effectHolds such an enmity with blood of manThat swift as quicksilver it courses through 6. The natural gates and alleys of the bodyAnd with a sudden vigor doth possetAnd curd, like eager droppings into milk,The thin and wholesome blood. So did itmine.And a most instant tetter barked about,Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsomecrustAll my smooth body.Thus was I, sleeping, by a brothers handOf life, of crown, of queen at oncedispatched,Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, 7. Unhouseled, disappointed, unaneled.No reckoning made, but sent to myaccountWith all my imperfections on my head.Oh, horrible, oh, horrible, most horrible!If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not.Let not the royal bed of Denmark beA couch for luxury and damnd incest.But howsoever thou pursuest this act,Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contriveAgainst thy mother aught. Leave her toheaven 8. And to those thorns that in her bosomlodgeTo prick and sting her. Fare thee well atonce.The glowworm shows the matin to be near,And gins to pale his uneffectual fire.Adieu, adieu, adieu. Remember me.