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Shakespeare in Hell
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Enter The Ghost
Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us!-- Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, 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: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane; O, answer me!
Ghost. My hour is almost come, When I to sulph'uous and tormenting flames Must render up myself.
Ham. Alas, poor ghost!
Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold.
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Ham. Speak; I am bound to hear.
Ghost. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
Ham. O God!
Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
Ham. Murder!
Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural
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