The Ghost And Hamlet Monologue

Marcellus Don’t do it.

Hamlet It’s not going to speak, so I have no choice but to follow it.

Horatio It’s too dangerous sir, what if it tempts you to jump into sea, sir?

Hamlet It’s still waving at me. Go ahead, I’ll follow.

Marcellus You’re not going, sir.

Horatio and Marcellus try to hold Hamlet back.

Hamlet Let go of me!

Horatio Calm down sir! Please! We’re just trying to protect you.

Hamlet My fate is calling me, let me go gentlemen. (Pulls his gun out of its holster) And I swear, if anyone tries to stop me, I’ll make a ghost out of him!

The Ghost and Hamlet Exit

Horatio He’s definitely gone mad.

Marcellus We should follow him, it’s not right to obey his orders when he’s not thinking straight.

Horatio What does this mean though…?

Marcellus It

Hamlet Where are you taking me? Stop! I’m not following you any further!

Ghost Listen carefully to me. I am the ghost of your father, doomed to walk the earth at night for a certain period of time. I have seen what no one else has. I could tell you stories that can freeze your blood and make your hair stand like porcupines. But mortals like you are not allowed to hear the description of the afterlife. Listen. Listen to me if you ever loved your poor old father! Take revenge for his horrible murder.

Hamlet Murder?

Ghost Murders are always horrible, but this one is strange and unnatural.

Hamlet Tell me father! So that I can take revenge right away.

Ghost Listen Hamlet, everyone was told that a poisonous snake bit me while I was asleep on a couch in the living room, right? No, that’s actually a lie, a lie that has fooled all of Britain. You should know my son, that the real snake that backstabbed your father is now wearing the crown.

Hamlet I knew it, my

With his clever words and fancy gifts, he seduced my seemingly virtuous queen. Oh, Hamlet, how far she fell! She went from me, who loved her with the dignity and devotion that suits a legitimate marriage, to a wretch whose natural gifts were poor compared to mine. But hang on, I think I smell the morning air. So let me be brief here. Your uncle snuck up to me while I was sleeping in the living room, as I always used to do in the afternoon, and poured a vial of cyanide poison into my mouth. That poison moves like quicksilver through the veins and curdles the blood, which is just what it did to me. That’s all it took, that’s how my brother robbed me of my life, my crown, and my queen all at once. Night is fading, so morning is near. I must go now. Goodbye, Hamlet. Remember