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Elsinore. A platform before the Castle.
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Enter two Sentinels-[first,] Francisco, [who paces up and down at his post; then] Bernardo, [who approaches him].
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Bernardo.
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Who's there?
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Francisco.
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Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.
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Bernardo.
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Long live the King!
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Francisco.
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Bernardo?
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Bernardo.
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He.
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Francisco.
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You come most carefully upon your hour.
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Bernardo.
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'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco.
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Francisco.
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For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold,
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And I am sick at heart.
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Bernardo.
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Have you had quiet guard?
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Francisco.
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Not a mouse stirring.
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Bernardo.
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Well, good night.
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If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
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The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
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Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
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Francisco.
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I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who is there?
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Horatio.
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Friends to this ground.
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Marcellus.
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And liegemen to the Dane.
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Francisco.
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Give you good night.
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Marcellus.
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O, farewell, honest soldier.
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Who hath reliev'd you?
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Francisco.
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Bernardo hath my place.
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Give you good night.[Exit.]
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Marcellus.
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Holla, Bernardo!
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Bernardo.
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Say-
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What, is Horatio there ?
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Horatio.
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A piece of him.
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Bernardo.
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Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus.
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Marcellus.
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What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
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Bernardo.
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I have seen nothing.
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Marcellus.
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Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
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And will not let belief take hold of him
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Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us.
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Therefore I have entreated him along,
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With us to watch the minutes of this night,
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That, if again this apparition come,
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He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
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Horatio.
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Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
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Bernardo.
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Sit down awhile,
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And let us once again assail your ears,
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That are so fortified against our story,
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What we two nights have seen.
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Horatio.
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Well, sit we down,
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And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
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Bernardo.
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Last night of all,
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When yond same star that's westward from the pole
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Had made his course t' illume that part of heaven
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Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
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The bell then beating one-
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Enter Ghost.
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Marcellus.
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Peace! break thee off! Look where it comes again!
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Bernardo.
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In the same figure, like the King that's dead.
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Marcellus.
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Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
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Bernardo.
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Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio.
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Horatio.
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Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.
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Bernardo.
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It would be spoke to.
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Marcellus.
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Question it, Horatio.
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Horatio.
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What art thou that usurp'st this time of night
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Together with that fair and warlike form
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In which the majesty of buried Denmark
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Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak!
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Marcellus.
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It is offended.
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Bernardo.
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See, it stalks away!
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Horatio.
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Stay! Speak, speak! I charge thee speak!
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Exit Ghost.
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Marcellus.
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'Tis gone and will not answer.
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Bernardo.
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How now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale.
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Is not this something more than fantasy?
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What think you on't?
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Horatio.
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Before my God, I might not this believe
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Without the sensible and true avouch
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Of mine own eyes.
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Marcellus.
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Is it not like the King?
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Horatio.
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As thou art to thyself.
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Such was the very armour he had on
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When he th' ambitious Norway combated.
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So frown'd he once when, in an angry parle,
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He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
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'Tis strange.
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Marcellus.
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Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
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With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
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Horatio.
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In what particular thought to work I know not;
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But, in the gross and scope of my opinion,
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This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
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Marcellus.
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Good now, sit down, and tell me he that knows,
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Why this same strict and most observant watch
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So nightly toils the subject of the land,
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And why such daily cast of brazen cannon
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And foreign mart for implements of war;
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Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
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Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
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What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
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Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day?
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Who is't that can inform me?
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Horatio.
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That can I.
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At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
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Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
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Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
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Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
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Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet
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(For so this side of our known world esteem'd him)
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Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact,
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Well ratified by law and heraldry,
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Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
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Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror;
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Against the which a moiety competent
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Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
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To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
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Had he been vanquisher, as, by the same cov'nant
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And carriage of the article design'd,
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His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
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Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
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Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
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Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,
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For food and diet, to some enterprise
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That hath a stomach in't; which is no other,
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As it doth well appear unto our state,
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But to recover of us, by strong hand
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And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands
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So by his father lost; and this, I take it,
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Is the main motive of our preparations,
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The source of this our watch, and the chief head
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Of this post-haste and romage in the land.
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Bernardo.
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I think it be no other but e'en so.
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Well may it sort that this portentous figure
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Comes armed through our watch, so like the King
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That was and is the question of these wars.
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Horatio.
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A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
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In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
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A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
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The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
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Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;
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As stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood,
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Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
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Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
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Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
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And even the like precurse of fierce events,
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As harbingers preceding still the fates
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And prologue to the omen coming on,
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Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
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Unto our climature and countrymen.
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[Enter Ghost again.]
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But soft! behold! Lo, where it comes again!
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I'll cross it, though it blast me.- Stay illusion!
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[Spreads his arms.]
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If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
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Speak to me.
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If there be any good thing to be done,
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That may to thee do ease, and, grace to me,
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Speak to me.
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If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
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Which happily foreknowing may avoid,
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O, speak!
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Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
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Extorted treasure in the womb of earth
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(For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death),
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[The cock crows.]
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Speak of it! Stay, and speak!- Stop it, Marcellus!
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Marcellus.
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Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
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Horatio.
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Do, if it will not stand.
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Bernardo.
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'Tis here!
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Horatio.
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'Tis here!
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Marcellus.
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'Tis gone!
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[Exit Ghost.]
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We do it wrong, being so majestical,
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To offer it the show of violence;
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For it is as the air, invulnerable,
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And our vain blows malicious mockery.
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Bernardo.
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It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
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Horatio.
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And then it started, like a guilty thing
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Upon a fearful summons. I have heard
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The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
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Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
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Awake the god of day; and at his warning,
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Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
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Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies
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To his confine; and of the truth herein
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This present object made probation.
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Marcellus.
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It faded on the crowing of the cock.
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Some say that ever, 'gainst that season comes
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Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
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The bird of dawning singeth all night long;
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And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
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The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
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No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
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So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
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Horatio.
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So have I heard and do in part believe it.
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But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
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Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.
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Break we our watch up; and by my advice
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Let us impart what we have seen to-night
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Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
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This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
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Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
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As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
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Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know
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Where we shall find him most conveniently.
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Exeunt.
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2. Act I, Scene 2
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Elsinore. A room of state in the Castle.
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Flourish. [Enter Claudius, King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes and his sister Ophelia, [Voltemand, Cornelius,] Lords Attendant.
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Claudius.
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Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
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The memory be green, and that it us befitted
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To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom
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To be contracted in one brow of woe,
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Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
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That we with wisest sorrow think on him
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Together with remembrance of ourselves.
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Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
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Th' imperial jointress to this warlike state,
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Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,
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With an auspicious, and a dropping eye,
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With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage,
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In equal scale weighing delight and dole,
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Taken to wife; nor have we herein barr'd
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Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
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With this affair along. For all, our thanks.
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Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,
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Holding a weak supposal of our worth,
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Or thinking by our late dear brother's death
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Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
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Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,
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He hath not fail'd to pester us with message
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We doubt it nothing. Heartily farewell.
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You told us of some suit. What is't, Laertes?
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The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
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My dread lord,
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Your leave and favour to return to France;
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From whence though willingly I came to Denmark
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My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France
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Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?
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He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
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By laboursome petition, and at last
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Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent.
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Take thy fair hour, Laertes. Time be thine,
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And thy best graces spend it at thy will!
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But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son-
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[aside]A little more than kin, and less than kind!
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How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
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Not so, my lord. I am too much i' th' sun.
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Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
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Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
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Thou know'st 'tis common. All that lives must die,
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Passing through nature to eternity.
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Ay, madam, it is common.
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If it be,
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Why seems it so particular with thee?
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Seems, madam, Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.'
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'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
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'That can denote me truly. These indeed seem,
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But I have that within which passeth show-
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These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
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To give these mourning duties to your father;
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But you must know, your father lost a father;
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That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
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To do obsequious sorrow. But to persever
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In obstinate condolement is a course
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Of impious stubbornness. 'Tis unmanly grief;
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For what we know must be, and is as common
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Why should we in our peevish opposition
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Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,
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To reason most absurd, whose common theme
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Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
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'This must be so.' We pray you throw to earth
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This unprevailing woe, and think of us
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As of a father; for let the world take note
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You are the most immediate to our throne,
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And with no less nobility of love
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Than that which dearest father bears his son
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Do I impart toward you. For your intent
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In going back to school in Wittenberg,
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It is most retrograde to our desire;
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And we beseech you, bend you to remain
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Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
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Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
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Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.
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I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.
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I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
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Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply.
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Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come.
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This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet
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Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof,
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No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day
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But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
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And the King's rouse the heaven shall bruit again,
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Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away.
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Flourish. Exeunt all but Hamlet.
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Hamlet.
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O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
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Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
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Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
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His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
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How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
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Seem to me all the uses of this world!
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Fie on't! ah, fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden
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That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
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Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
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But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two.
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So excellent a king, that was to this
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Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
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That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
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Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
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Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him
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As if increase of appetite had grown
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By what it fed on; and yet, within a month-
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Let me not think on't! Frailty, thy name is woman!-
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A little month, or ere those shoes were old
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With which she followed my poor father's body
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Like Niobe, all tears- why she, even she
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(O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason
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Would have mourn'd longer)married with my uncle;
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My father's brother, but no more like my father
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Than I to Hercules. Within a month,
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Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
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Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
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She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
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With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
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It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
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Horatio.
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Hail to your lordship!
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Hamlet.
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I am glad to see you well.
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Horatio!- or I do forget myself.
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Horatio.
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The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
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Sir, my good friend- I'll change that name with you.
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And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
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Marcellus?
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My good lord!
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Hamlet.
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I am very glad to see you.-[To Bernardo]Good even, sir.-
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But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
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Horatio.
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A truant disposition, good my lord.
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Hamlet.
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I would not hear your enemy say so,
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Nor shall you do my ear that violence
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To make it truster of your own report
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Against yourself. I know you are no truant.
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But what is your affair in Elsinore?
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We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
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Horatio.
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My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
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I prithee do not mock me, fellow student.
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I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
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Horatio.
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Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.
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Hamlet.
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Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats
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Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
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Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
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Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
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My father- methinks I see my father.
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Horatio.
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O, where, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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In my mind's eye, Horatio.
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Horatio.
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I saw him once. He was a goodly king.
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Hamlet.
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He was a man, take him for all in all.
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I shall not look upon his like again.
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Horatio.
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My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
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Hamlet.
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Saw? who?
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Horatio.
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My lord, the King your father.
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Hamlet.
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The King my father?
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Horatio.
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Season your admiration for a while
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With an attent ear, till I may deliver
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Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
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This marvel to you.
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Hamlet.
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For God's love let me hear!
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Horatio.
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Two nights together had these gentlemen
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(Marcellus and Bernardo)on their watch
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In the dead vast and middle of the night
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Been thus encount'red. A figure like your father,
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Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
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Appears before them and with solemn march
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Goes slow and stately by them. Thrice he walk'd
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By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,
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Within his truncheon's length; whilst they distill'd
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Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
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Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me
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In dreadful secrecy impart they did,
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And I with them the third night kept the watch;
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Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,
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Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
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The apparition comes. I knew your father.
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These hands are not more like.
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Hamlet.
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But where was this?
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Marcellus.
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My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
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Hamlet.
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Did you not speak to it?
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Horatio.
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My lord, I did;
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But answer made it none. Yet once methought
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It lifted up it head and did address
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Itself to motion, like as it would speak;
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But even then the morning cock crew loud,
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And at the sound it shrunk in haste away
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And vanish'd from our sight.
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Hamlet.
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'Tis very strange.
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Horatio.
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As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
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And we did think it writ down in our duty
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To let you know of it.
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Hamlet.
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Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me.
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Hold you the watch to-night?
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Marcellus.
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[with Bernardo]We do, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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Arm'd, say you?
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Marcellus.
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[with Bernardo]Arm'd, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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From top to toe?
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Marcellus.
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[with Bernardo]My lord, from head to foot.
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Hamlet.
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Then saw you not his face?
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Horatio.
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O, yes, my lord! He wore his beaver up.
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Hamlet.
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What, look'd he frowningly.
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Horatio.
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A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
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Hamlet.
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Pale or red?
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Horatio.
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Nay, very pale.
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Hamlet.
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311
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And fix'd his eyes upon you?
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Horatio.
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Most constantly.
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Hamlet.
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315
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I would I had been there.
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Horatio.
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317
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It would have much amaz'd you.
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318
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Hamlet.
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319
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Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?
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320
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Horatio.
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321
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While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
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Marcellus.
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323
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[with Bernardo]Longer, longer.
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324
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Horatio.
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325
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Not when I saw't.
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326
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Hamlet.
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327
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His beard was grizzled- no?
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328
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Horatio.
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329
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It was, as I have seen it in his life,
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A sable silver'd.
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331
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Hamlet.
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332
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I will watch to-night.
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333
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Perchance 'twill walk again.
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334
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Horatio.
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335
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I warr'nt it will.
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336
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Hamlet.
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337
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If it assume my noble father's person,
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I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
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And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
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If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
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Let it be tenable in your silence still;
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And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
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Give it an understanding but no tongue.
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I will requite your loves. So, fare you well.
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Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
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I'll visit you.
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All.
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Our duty to your honour.
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Hamlet.
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350
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Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.
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[Exeunt [all but Hamlet].]
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352
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My father's spirit- in arms? All is not well.
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353
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I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come!
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354
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Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise,
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Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
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3. Act I, Scene 3
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0
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Elsinore. A room in the house of Polonius.
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Enter Laertes and Ophelia.
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Laertes.
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3
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My necessaries are embark'd. Farewell.
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And, sister, as the winds give benefit
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And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
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But let me hear from you.
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Ophelia.
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8
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Do you doubt that?
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Laertes.
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For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour,
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Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;
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A violet in the youth of primy nature,
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Forward, not permanent- sweet, not lasting;
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The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
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No more.
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Ophelia.
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No more but so?
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Laertes.
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Think it no more.
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For nature crescent does not grow alone
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21
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In thews and bulk; but as this temple waxes,
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The inward service of the mind and soul
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Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
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And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
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The virtue of his will; but you must fear,
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His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
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For he himself is subject to his birth.
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He may not, as unvalued persons do,
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Carve for himself, for on his choice depends
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The safety and health of this whole state,
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And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd
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Unto the voice and yielding of that body
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Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
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It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
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As he in his particular act and place
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May give his saying deed; which is no further
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Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
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Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain
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If with too credent ear you list his songs,
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40
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Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
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To his unmast'red importunity.
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Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
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And keep you in the rear of your affection,
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Out of the shot and danger of desire.
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The chariest maid is prodigal enough
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46
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If she unmask her beauty to the moon.
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Virtue itself scopes not calumnious strokes.
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The canker galls the infants of the spring
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49
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Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd,
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And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
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Contagious blastments are most imminent.
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Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.
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Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
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Ophelia.
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55
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I shall th' effect of this good lesson keep
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56
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As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
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Do not as some ungracious pastors do,
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Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
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Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
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60
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Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads
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61
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And recks not his own rede.
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62
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Laertes.
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63
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O, fear me not!
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64
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[Enter Polonius. ]
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65
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I stay too long. But here my father comes.
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66
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A double blessing is a double grace;
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67
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Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
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68
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Polonius.
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69
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Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!
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70
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The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
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71
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And you are stay'd for. There- my blessing with thee!
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72
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And these few precepts in thy memory
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73
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Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
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74
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Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
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75
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Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar:
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76
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Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
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77
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Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel;
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78
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But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
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79
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Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware
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80
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Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
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81
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Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee.
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82
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Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
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83
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Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
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84
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Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
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85
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But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
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86
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For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
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87
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And they in France of the best rank and station
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88
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Are most select and generous, chief in that.
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89
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Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
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90
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For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
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91
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And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
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92
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This above all- to thine own self be true,
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93
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And it must follow, as the night the day,
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94
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Thou canst not then be false to any man.
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95
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Farewell. My blessing season this in thee!
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96
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Laertes.
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97
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Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
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98
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Polonius.
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99
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The time invites you. Go, your servants tend.
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100
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Laertes.
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101
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Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well
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102
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What I have said to you.
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103
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Ophelia.
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104
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'Tis in my memory lock'd,
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105
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And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
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106
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Laertes.
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107
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Farewell.[Exit.]
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108
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Polonius.
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109
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What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?
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110
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Ophelia.
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111
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So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
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112
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Polonius.
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113
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Marry, well bethought!
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114
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'Tis told me he hath very oft of late
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115
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Given private time to you, and you yourself
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116
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Have of your audience been most free and bounteous.
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117
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If it be so- as so 'tis put on me,
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118
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And that in way of caution- I must tell you
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119
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You do not understand yourself so clearly
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120
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As it behooves my daughter and your honour.
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121
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What is between you? Give me up the truth.
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122
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Ophelia.
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123
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He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
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124
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Of his affection to me.
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125
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Polonius.
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126
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Affection? Pooh! You speak like a green girl,
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127
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Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
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128
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Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
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129
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Ophelia.
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130
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I do not know, my lord, what I should think,
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131
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Polonius.
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132
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Marry, I will teach you! Think yourself a baby
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133
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That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,
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134
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Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly,
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135
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Or(not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
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136
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Running it thus)you'll tender me a fool.
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137
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Ophelia.
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138
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My lord, he hath importun'd me with love
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139
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In honourable fashion.
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140
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Polonius.
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141
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Ay, fashion you may call it. Go to, go to!
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142
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Ophelia.
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143
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And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
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144
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With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
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145
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Polonius.
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146
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Ay, springes to catch woodcocks! I do know,
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147
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When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
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148
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Lends the tongue vows. These blazes, daughter,
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149
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Giving more light than heat, extinct in both
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150
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Even in their promise, as it is a-making,
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151
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You must not take for fire. From this time
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152
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Be something scanter of your maiden presence.
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153
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Set your entreatments at a higher rate
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154
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Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
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155
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Believe so much in him, that he is young,
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156
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And with a larger tether may he walk
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157
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Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia,
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158
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Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
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159
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Not of that dye which their investments show,
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160
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But mere implorators of unholy suits,
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161
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Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
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162
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The better to beguile. This is for all:
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163
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I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth
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164
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Have you so slander any moment leisure
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165
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As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
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166
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Look to't, I charge you. Come your ways.
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167
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Ophelia.
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168
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I shall obey, my lord.
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169
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Exeunt.
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4. Act I, Scene 4
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0
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Elsinore. The platform before the Castle.
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1
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Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus.
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2
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Hamlet.
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3
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The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
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4
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Horatio.
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5
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It is a nipping and an eager air.
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6
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Hamlet.
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7
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What hour now?
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8
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Horatio.
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9
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I think it lacks of twelve.
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10
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Marcellus.
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11
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No, it is struck.
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12
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Horatio.
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13
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Indeed? I heard it not. It then draws near the season
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14
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Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
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15
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[A flourish of trumpets, and two pieces go off.]
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16
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What does this mean, my lord?
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17
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Hamlet.
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18
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The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
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19
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Keeps wassail, and the swagg'ring upspring reels,
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20
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And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
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21
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The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out
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22
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The triumph of his pledge.
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23
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Horatio.
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24
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Is it a custom?
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25
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Hamlet.
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26
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Ay, marry, is't;
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27
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But to my mind, though I am native here
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28
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And to the manner born, it is a custom
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29
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More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
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30
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This heavy-headed revel east and west
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31
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Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations;
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32
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They clip us drunkards and with swinish phrase
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33
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Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
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34
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From our achievements, though perform'd at height,
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35
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The pith and marrow of our attribute.
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36
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So oft it chances in particular men
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37
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That, for some vicious mole of nature in them,
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38
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As in their birth,- wherein they are not guilty,
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39
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Since nature cannot choose his origin,-
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40
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By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
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41
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Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
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42
|
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Or by some habit that too much o'erleavens
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43
|
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The form of plausive manners, that these men
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44
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Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
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45
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Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,
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46
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Their virtues else- be they as pure as grace,
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47
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As infinite as man may undergo-
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48
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Shall in the general censure take corruption
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49
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From that particular fault. The dram of e'il
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50
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Doth all the noble substance often dout To his own scandal.
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51
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Enter Ghost.
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52
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Horatio.
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53
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Look, my lord, it comes!
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54
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Hamlet.
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55
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Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
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56
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Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
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57
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Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
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58
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Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
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59
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Thou com'st in such a questionable shape
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60
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That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,
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61
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King, father, royal Dane. O, answer me?
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62
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Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
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63
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Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death,
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64
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Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre
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65
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Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
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66
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Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws
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67
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To cast thee up again. What may this mean
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68
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That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel,
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69
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Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon,
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70
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Making night hideous, and we fools of nature
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71
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So horridly to shake our disposition
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72
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With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
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73
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Say, why is this? wherefore? What should we do?
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74
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Ghost beckons Hamlet.
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75
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Horatio.
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76
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It beckons you to go away with it,
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77
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As if it some impartment did desire
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78
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To you alone.
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79
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Marcellus.
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80
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Look with what courteous action
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81
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It waves you to a more removed ground.
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82
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But do not go with it!
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83
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Horatio.
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84
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No, by no means!
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85
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Hamlet.
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86
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It will not speak. Then will I follow it.
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87
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Horatio.
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88
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Do not, my lord!
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89
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Hamlet.
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90
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Why, what should be the fear?
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91
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I do not set my life at a pin's fee;
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92
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And for my soul, what can it do to that,
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93
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Being a thing immortal as itself?
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94
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It waves me forth again. I'll follow it.
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95
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Horatio.
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96
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What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
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97
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Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
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98
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That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
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99
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And there assume some other, horrible form
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100
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Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
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101
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And draw you into madness? Think of it.
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102
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The very place puts toys of desperation,
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103
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Without more motive, into every brain
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104
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That looks so many fadoms to the sea
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And hears it</ |
