HAMLET: Hurry and tell me all, so that I may fall to my revenge as quickly as one falls in love.
GHOST: Good, you are eager. Now, Hamlet, listen. It is reported that a serpent bit me while I slept in my orchard.
But that lie has abused all of Denmark.
Know, noble youth, that the serpent who stung your father now wears his crown!
HAMLET: I knew it! My uncle?
GHOST: Ay, that incestuous, adulterous animal—who seduced my seemingly virtuous queen with his wicked words and scheming gifts, persuading her with his shameful lust!
Oh, Hamlet, how far she fell!
I think I smell the morning air. Let me be brief.
Your uncle came upon me when I was sleeping in the orchard—as was my habit in the afternoons—and poured a vial of hebenon poison in my ear. It spread like quicksilver.