Hamlet discussing his communication with his Father:
What horror, what alarm; the very pith and marrow of a goblin is my own father. He brings with him “airs from heaven or blasts from hell,” and I, bound to listen, hear this ghost's tale of horror, his tale of murder (1.4.45-46). At the hands of Claudius my father, King Hamlet, had fallen and now I am drawn, I am bound to avenge his “foul and most unnatural murder… [a] murder most foul.” (1.5.31-33). “The serpent that did sting [my] father’s life now wears his crown,” and I, in my distracted, worried mind, must hold onto these images, these memories, and these words of my fallen father to avenge the incestuous horrors and crimes that now plague my kin (1.5.46-47).
Oh mother! Why must the the lust for power so plague you to live in shadow and judgement of the Lord. For Claudius has made his pact clear and stands his ground - an offender to nature and to our kind. For if this is an “honest ghost,” which I know to be true, all that now surrounds us is lost to the arrant matin of the Danes (1.5.154). “Upon my sword,” I as truepenny, the unnatural, foul sins and curses against my father shall be chastened and Claudius will see a light apt to his own crimes (1.5.165).
Tweets:
“... air from heaven or blasts from hell.” (1.4.45-46)
The winds of a ghost come not from east or west, rather from sky or earth.
“... foul and unnatural murder… [A] murder most foul.” (1.5.31-33)
Murder she wrote - a murder most foul. Jessica Fletcher clearly hasn't been to Denmark.
“The serpent that did sting [my] father’s life now wears his crown,” (1.5.46-47)
From the Garden of Eden to the courts of Elsinore - temptation has followed man since the first of our tainted kind.
“Honest ghost,” (1.5.154)
Honest hearts produce honest actions; honest ghosts produce honest horror.
“Upon my sword.” (1.5.165)
As a smile is the sword of beauty, my word is the sword of sound and determined character.
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