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Elsinore. A room in the house of Polonius.
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Enter Polonius and Reynaldo.
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Polonius.
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Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.
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Reynaldo.
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I will, my lord.
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Polonius.
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You shall do marvell's wisely, good Reynaldo,
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Before You visit him, to make inquire
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Of his behaviour.
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Reynaldo.
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My lord, I did intend it.
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Polonius.
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Marry, well said, very well said. Look you, sir,
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Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
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And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,
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What company, at what expense; and finding
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By this encompassment and drift of question
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That they do know my son, come you more nearer
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Than your particular demands will touch it.
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Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him;
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As thus, 'I know his father and his friends,
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And in part him.' Do you mark this, Reynaldo?
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Reynaldo.
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Ay, very well, my lord.
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Polonius.
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'And in part him, but,' you may say, 'not well.
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But if't be he I mean, he's very wild
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Addicted so and so'; and there put on him
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What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
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As may dishonour him- take heed of that;
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But, sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips
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As are companions noted and most known
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To youth and liberty.
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Reynaldo.
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As gaming, my lord.
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Polonius.
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Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling,
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Drabbing. You may go so far.
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Reynaldo.
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My lord, that would dishonour him.
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Polonius.
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Faith, no, as you may season it in the charge.
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You must not put another scandal on him,
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That he is open to incontinency.
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That's not my meaning. But breathe his faults so quaintly
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That they may seem the taints of liberty,
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The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,
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A savageness in unreclaimed blood,
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Of general assault.
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Reynaldo.
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But, my good lord-
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Polonius.
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Wherefore should you do this?
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Reynaldo.
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Ay, my lord,
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I would know that.
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Polonius.
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Marry, sir, here's my drift,
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And I believe it is a fetch of warrant.
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You laying these slight sullies on my son
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As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' th' working,
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Mark you,
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Your party in converse, him you would sound,
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Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes
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The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd
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He closes with you in this consequence:
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'Good sir,' or so, or 'friend,' or 'gentleman'-
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According to the phrase or the addition
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Of man and country-
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Reynaldo.
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Very good, my lord.
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Polonius.
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And then, sir, does 'a this- 'a does- What was I about to say?
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By the mass, I was about to say something! Where did I leave?
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Reynaldo.
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At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,' and
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gentleman.'
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Polonius.
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At 'closes in the consequence'- Ay, marry!
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He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman.
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I saw him yesterday, or t'other day,
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Or then, or then, with such or such; and, as you say,
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There was 'a gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse;
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There falling out at tennis'; or perchance,
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'I saw him enter such a house of sale,'
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Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth.
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See you now-
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Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth;
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And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
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With windlasses and with assays of bias,
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By indirections find directions out.
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So, by my former lecture and advice,
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Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?
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Reynaldo.
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My lord, I have.
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Polonius.
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God b' wi' ye, fare ye well!
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Reynaldo.
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Good my lord![Going.]
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Polonius.
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Observe his inclination in yourself.
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Reynaldo.
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I shall, my lord.
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Polonius.
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And let him ply his music.
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Reynaldo.
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Well, my lord.
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Polonius.
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Farewell!
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[Exit Reynaldo.]
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[Enter Ophelia.]
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How now, Ophelia? What's the matter?
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Ophelia.
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O my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!
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Polonius.
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With what, i' th' name of God?
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Ophelia.
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My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
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Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd,
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No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd,
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Ungart'red, and down-gyved to his ankle;
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Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
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And with a look so piteous in purport
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As if he had been loosed out of hell
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To speak of horrors- he comes before me.
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Polonius.
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Mad for thy love?
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Ophelia.
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My lord, I do not know,
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But truly I do fear it.
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Polonius.
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What said he?
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Ophelia.
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He took me by the wrist and held me hard;
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Then goes he to the length of all his arm,
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And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
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He falls to such perusal of my face
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As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so.
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At last, a little shaking of mine arm,
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And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
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He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound
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As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
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And end his being. That done, he lets me go,
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And with his head over his shoulder turn'd
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He seem'd to find his way without his eyes,
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For out o' doors he went without their help
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And to the last bended their light on me.
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Polonius.
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Come, go with me. I will go seek the King.
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This is the very ecstasy of love,
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Whose violent property fordoes itself
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And leads the will to desperate undertakings
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As oft as any passion under heaven
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That does afflict our natures. I am sorry.
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What, have you given him any hard words of late?
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Ophelia.
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No, my good lord; but, as you did command,
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I did repel his letters and denied
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His access to me.
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Polonius.
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That hath made him mad.
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I am sorry that with better heed and judgment
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I had not quoted him. I fear'd he did but trifle
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And meant to wrack thee; but beshrew my jealousy!
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By heaven, it is as proper to our age
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To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions
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As it is common for the younger sort
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To lack discretion. Come, go we to the King.
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This must be known; which, being kept close, might move
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More grief to hide than hate to utter love.
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Come.
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Exeunt.
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2. Act II, Scene 2
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Elsinore. A room in the Castle.
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Flourish. [Enter King and Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, cum aliis.
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Claudius.
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Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
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Moreover that we much did long to see you,
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The need we have to use you did provoke
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Our hasty sending. Something have you heard
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Of Hamlet's transformation. So I call it,
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Sith nor th' exterior nor the inward man
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Resembles that it was. What it should be,
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More than his father's death, that thus hath put him
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So much from th' understanding of himself,
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I cannot dream of. I entreat you both
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That, being of so young days brought up with him,
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And since so neighbour'd to his youth and haviour,
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That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court
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Some little time; so by your companies
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To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather
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So much as from occasion you may glean,
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Whether aught to us unknown afflicts him thus
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That, open'd, lies within our remedy.
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Gertrude.
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Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you,
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And sure I am two men there are not living
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To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
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To show us so much gentry and good will
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As to expend your time with us awhile
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For the supply and profit of our hope,
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Your visitation shall receive such thanks
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As fits a king's remembrance.
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Rosencrantz.
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Both your Majesties
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Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,
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Put your dread pleasures more into command
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Than to entreaty.
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Guildenstern.
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But we both obey,
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And here give up ourselves, in the full bent,
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To lay our service freely at your feet,
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To be commanded.
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Claudius.
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Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.
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Gertrude.
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Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz.
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And I beseech you instantly to visit
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My too much changed son.- Go, some of you,
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And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
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Guildenstern.
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Heavens make our presence and our practices
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Pleasant and helpful to him!
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Gertrude.
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Ay, amen!
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Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, [with some Attendants].
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Enter Polonius.
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Polonius.
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Th' ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,
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Are joyfully return'd.
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Claudius.
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Thou still hast been the father of good news.
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Polonius.
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Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege,
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I hold my duty as I hold my soul,
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Both to my God and to my gracious king;
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And I do think- or else this brain of mine
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Hunts not the trail of policy so sure
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As it hath us'd to do- that I have found
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The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
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Claudius.
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O, speak of that! That do I long to hear.
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Polonius.
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Give first admittance to th' ambassadors.
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My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.
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Claudius.
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Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.
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[Exit Polonius.]
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He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found
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The head and source of all your son's distemper.
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Gertrude.
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I doubt it is no other but the main,
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His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage.
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Claudius.
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Well, we shall sift him.
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[Enter Polonius, Voltemand, and Cornelius.]
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Welcome, my good friends.
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Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway?
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Voltemand.
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Most fair return of greetings and desires.
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Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
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His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd
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To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack,
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But better look'd into, he truly found
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It was against your Highness; whereat griev'd,
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That so his sickness, age, and impotence
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Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests
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On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys,
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Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine,
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Makes vow before his uncle never more
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To give th' assay of arms against your Majesty.
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Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,
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Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee
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And his commission to employ those soldiers,
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So levied as before, against the Polack;
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With an entreaty, herein further shown,
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[Gives a paper.]
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That it might please you to give quiet pass
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Through your dominions for this enterprise,
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On such regards of safety and allowance
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Most welcome home![Exeunt Ambassadors.]
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My liege, and madam, to expostulate
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More matter, with less art.
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Perpend.
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Hath given me this. Now gather, and surmise.
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'To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia,'-
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'In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.'
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Came this from Hamlet to her?
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Good madam, stay awhile. I will be faithful.[Reads.]
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'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to
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reckon my groans; but that I love thee best, O most best, believe
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'Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to
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him, HAMLET.'
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This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me;
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As they fell out by time, by means, and place,
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But how hath she
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Receiv'd his love?
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What do you think of me?
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As of a man faithful and honourable.
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I would fain prove so. But what might you think,
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When I had seen this hot love on the wing
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'Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star.
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This must not be.' And then I prescripts gave her,
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And all we mourn for.
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Do you think 'tis this?
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it may be, very like.
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Hath there been such a time- I would fain know that-
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That I have Positively said 'Tis so,'
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When it prov'd otherwise.?
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Not that I know.
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[points to his head and shoulder]Take this from this, if this be otherwise.
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If circumstances lead me, I will find
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Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
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Within the centre.
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Claudius.
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How may we try it further?
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Polonius.
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You know sometimes he walks for hours together
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Here in the lobby.
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Gertrude.
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So he does indeed.
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Polonius.
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At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him.
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Be you and I behind an arras then.
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Mark the encounter. If he love her not,
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Let me be no assistant for a state,
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But keep a farm and carters.
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Claudius.
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We will try it.
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Enter Hamlet, reading on a book.
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Gertrude.
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But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.
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Polonius.
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Away, I do beseech you, both away
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I'll board him presently. O, give me leave.
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[Exeunt King and Queen, [with Attendants].]
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How does my good Lord Hamlet?
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Hamlet.
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Well, God-a-mercy.
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Polonius.
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Do you know me, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
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Polonius.
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Not I, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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Then I would you were so honest a man.
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Polonius.
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Honest, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man
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pick'd out of ten thousand.
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Polonius.
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That's very true, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god
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kissing carrion- Have you a daughter?
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Polonius.
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I have, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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Let her not walk i' th' sun. Conception is a blessing, but not
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as your daughter may conceive. Friend, look to't.
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Polonius.
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[aside]How say you by that? Still harping on my daughter. Yet
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he knew me not at first. He said I was a fishmonger. He is far
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gone, far gone! And truly in my youth I suff'red much extremity
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for love- very near this. I'll speak to him again.- What do you
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read, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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Words, words, words.
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Polonius.
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What is the matter, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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Between who?
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Polonius.
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I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men
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have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes
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purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they have a
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plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams. All which,
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sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it
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not honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir,
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should be old as I am if, like a crab, you could go backward.
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Polonius.
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[aside]Though this be madness, yet there is a method in't.-
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Will You walk out of the air, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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Into my grave?
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Polonius.
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Indeed, that is out o' th' air.[Aside]How pregnant sometimes
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his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which
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reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I
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will leave him and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between
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him and my daughter.- My honourable lord, I will most humbly take
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my leave of you.
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Hamlet.
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You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more
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willingly part withal- except my life, except my life, except my
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life,
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Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
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Polonius.
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Fare you well, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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These tedious old fools!
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Polonius.
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You go to seek the Lord Hamlet. There he is.
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Rosencrantz.
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[to Polonius]God save you, sir!
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Exit [Polonius].
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Guildenstern.
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My honour'd lord!
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Rosencrantz.
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My most dear lord!
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Hamlet.
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My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah,
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Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
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Rosencrantz.
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As the indifferent children of the earth.
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Guildenstern.
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Happy in that we are not over-happy.
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On Fortune's cap we are not the very button.
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Hamlet.
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Nor the soles of her shoe?
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Rosencrantz.
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Neither, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her
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favours?
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Guildenstern.
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Faith, her privates we.
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Hamlet.
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In the secret parts of Fortune? O! most true! she is a
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strumpet. What news ?
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Rosencrantz.
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None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.
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Hamlet.
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Then is doomsday near! But your news is not true. Let me
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question more in particular. What have you, my good friends,
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deserved at the hands of Fortune that she sends you to prison
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hither?
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Guildenstern.
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Prison, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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Denmark's a prison.
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Rosencrantz.
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Then is the world one.
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Hamlet.
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A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and
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dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst.
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Rosencrantz.
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We think not so, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good
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or bad but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.
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Rosencrantz.
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Why, then your ambition makes it one. 'Tis too narrow for your
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mind.
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Hamlet.
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O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a
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king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
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Guildenstern.
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Which dreams indeed are ambition; for the very substance of
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the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
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Hamlet.
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A dream itself is but a shadow.
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Rosencrantz.
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Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that
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it is but a shadow's shadow.
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Hamlet.
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Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch'd
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heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to th' court? for, by my
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fay, I cannot reason.
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Rosencrantz.
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[with Guildenstern]We'll wait upon you.
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Hamlet.
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No such matter! I will not sort you with the rest of my
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servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I am most
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dreadfully attended. But in the beaten way of friendship, what
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make you at Elsinore?
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Rosencrantz.
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To visit you, my lord; no other occasion.
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Hamlet.
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Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you;
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and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were
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you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free
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visitation? Come, deal justly with me. Come, come! Nay, speak.
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Guildenstern.
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What should we say, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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Why, anything- but to th' purpose. You were sent for; and
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there is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties
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That you must teach me. But let me conjure you by the rights
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of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the
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obligation of our ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a
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better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with
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me, whether you were sent for or no.
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[aside to Guildenstern]What say you?
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[aside]Nay then, I have an eye of you.- If you love me, hold
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My lord, we were sent for.
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I will tell you why. So shall my anticipation prevent your
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discovery, and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no
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feather. I have of late- but wherefore I know not- lost all my
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mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so
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heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth,
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seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the
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air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical
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roof fretted with golden fire- why, it appeareth no other thing
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to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a
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piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in
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faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in
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action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the
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beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me what
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is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me- no, nor woman
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neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
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My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.
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Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'?
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To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what lenten
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entertainment the players shall receive from you. We coted them
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on the way, and hither are they coming to offer you service.
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He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall
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have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and
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target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall
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end his part in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose
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lungs are tickle o' th' sere; and the lady shall say her mind
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freely, or the blank verse shall halt for't. What players are
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they?
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Even those you were wont to take such delight in, the
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tragedians of the city.
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How chances it they travel? Their residence, both in
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reputation and profit, was better both ways.
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I think their inhibition comes by the means of the late
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innovation.
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Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the
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city? Are they so follow'd?
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No indeed are they not.
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How comes it? Do they grow rusty?
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Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace; but there is,
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sir, an eyrie of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top
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of question and are most tyrannically clapp'd for't. These are now
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the fashion, and so berattle the common stages(so they call
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them)that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goosequills and
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dare scarce come thither.
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What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they
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escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can
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sing? Will they not say afterwards, if they should grow
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themselves to common players(as it is most like, if their means
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are no better), their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim
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against their own succession.
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Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and the nation
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holds it no sin to tarre them to controversy. There was, for a
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while, no money bid for argument unless the poet and the player
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went to cuffs in the question.
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Is't possible?
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O, there has been much throwing about of brains.
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Do the boys carry it away?
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Ay, that they do, my lord- Hercules and his load too.
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It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and
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those that would make mows at him while my father lived give
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twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in
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little. 'Sblood, there is something in this more than natural, if
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philosophy could find it out.
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Flourish for the Players.
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Guildenstern.
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There are the players.
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Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come! Th'
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appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony. Let me comply
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with you in this garb, lest my extent to the players(which I
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tell you must show fairly outwards)should more appear like
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entertainment than yours. You are welcome. But my uncle-father
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and aunt-mother are deceiv'd.
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Guildenstern.
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In what, my dear lord?
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Hamlet.
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I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I
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know a hawk from a handsaw.
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Well be with you, gentlemen!
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Hark you, Guildenstern- and you too- at each ear a hearer!
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That great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling
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clouts.
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Happily he's the second time come to them; for they say an old
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man is twice a child.
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Hamlet.
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I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players. Mark it.-
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You say right, sir; a Monday morning; twas so indeed.
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My lord, I have news to tell you.
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Hamlet.
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My lord, I have news to tell you. When Roscius was an actor in Rome-
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Polonius.
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The actors are come hither, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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Buzz, buzz!
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Polonius.
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Upon my honour-
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Hamlet.
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Then came each actor on his ass-
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Polonius.
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The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy,
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history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral,
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tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral; scene
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individable, or poem unlimited. Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor
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Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are
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the only men.
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Hamlet.
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O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!
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Polonius.
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What treasure had he, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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Why,
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'One fair daughter, and no more,
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The which he loved passing well.'
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Polonius.
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[aside]Still on my daughter.
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Hamlet.
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Am I not i' th' right, old Jephthah?
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Polonius.
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If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter that I
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love passing well.
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Hamlet.
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Nay, that follows not.
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Polonius.
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What follows then, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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Why,
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'As by lot, God wot,'
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and then, you know,
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'It came to pass, as most like it was.'
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The first row of the pious chanson will show you more; for look
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where my abridgment comes.
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[Enter four or five Players.]
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You are welcome, masters; welcome, all.- I am glad to see thee
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well.- Welcome, good friends.- O, my old friend? Why, thy face is
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valanc'd since I saw thee last. Com'st' thou to' beard me in
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Denmark?- What, my young lady and mistress? By'r Lady, your
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ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you last by the
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altitude of a chopine. Pray God your voice, like a piece of
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uncurrent gold, be not crack'd within the ring.- Masters, you are
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all welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers, fly at
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anything we see. We'll have a speech straight. Come, give us a
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taste of your quality. Come, a passionate speech.
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First Player.
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What speech, my good lord?
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Hamlet.
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I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted;
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or if it was, not above once; for the play, I remember, pleas'd
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not the million, 'twas caviary to the general; but it was(as I
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receiv'd it, and others, whose judgments in such matters cried in
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the top of mine)an excellent play, well digested in the scenes,
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set down with as much modesty as cunning. I remember one said
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there were no sallets in the lines to make the matter savoury,
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nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the author of
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affectation; but call'd it an honest method, as wholesome as
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sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in't
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I chiefly lov'd. 'Twas AEneas' tale to Dido, and thereabout of it
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especially where he speaks of Priam's slaughter. If it live in
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your memory, begin at this line- let me see, let me see:
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'The rugged Pyrrhus, like th' Hyrcanian beast-'
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'Tis not so; it begins with Pyrrhus:
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'The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,
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Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
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When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
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Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
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With heraldry more dismal. Head to foot
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Now is be total gules, horridly trick'd
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With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
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Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets,
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That lend a tyrannous and a damned light
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To their lord's murther. Roasted in wrath and fire,
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And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore,
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With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
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Old grandsire Priam seeks.'
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So, proceed you.
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Polonius.
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Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and good discretion.
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First Player.
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'Anon he finds him,
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Striking too short at Greeks. His antique sword,
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Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
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Repugnant to command. Unequal match'd,
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Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide;
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But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
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Th' unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
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Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
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Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
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Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear. For lo! his sword,
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Which was declining on the milky head
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Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' th' air to stick.
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So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood,
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And, like a neutral to his will and matter,
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Did nothing.
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But, as we often see, against some storm,
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A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
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The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
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As hush as death- anon the dreadful thunder
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Doth rend the region; so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
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Aroused vengeance sets him new awork;
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And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
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On Mars's armour, forg'd for proof eterne,
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With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
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Now falls on Priam.
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Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune! All you gods,
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In general synod take away her power;
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Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
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And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,
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As low as to the fiends!
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Polonius.
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This is too long.
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Hamlet.
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It shall to the barber's, with your beard.- Prithee say on.
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He's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. Say on; come to
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Hecuba.
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First Player.
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'But who, O who, had seen the mobled queen-'
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Hamlet.
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454
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'The mobled queen'?
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Polonius.
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456
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That's good! 'Mobled queen' is good.
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457
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First Player.
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458
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'Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning the flames
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With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head
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Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
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About her lank and all o'erteemed loins,
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A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up-
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Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd
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'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounc'd.
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But if the gods themselves did see her then,
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466
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When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
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467
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In Mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
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468
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The instant burst of clamour that she made
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469
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(Unless things mortal move them not at all)
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470
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Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven
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471
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And passion in the gods.'
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472
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Polonius.
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473
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Look, whe'r he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's
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474
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eyes. Prithee no more!
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475
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Hamlet.
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476
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'Tis well. I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.-
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477
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Good my lord, will you see the players well bestow'd? Do you
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478
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hear? Let them be well us'd; for they are the abstract and brief
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479
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chronicles of the time. After your death you were better have a
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480
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bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
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481
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Polonius.
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482
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My lord, I will use them according to their desert.
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483
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Hamlet.
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484
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God's bodykins, man, much better! Use every man after his
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485
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desert, and who should scape whipping? Use them after your own
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486
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honour and dignity. The less they deserve, the more merit is in
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487
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your bounty. Take them in.
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488
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Polonius.
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489
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Come, sirs.
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490
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Hamlet.
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491
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Follow him, friends. We'll hear a play to-morrow.
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492
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[Exeunt Polonius and Players [except the First].]
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493
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Dost thou hear me, old friend? Can you play 'The Murther of
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494
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Gonzago'?
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495
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First Player.
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496
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Ay, my lord.
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497
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Hamlet.
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498
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We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a
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499
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speech of some dozen or sixteen lines which I would set down and
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500
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insert in't, could you not?
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501
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First Player.
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502
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Ay, my lord.
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503
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Hamlet.
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504
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Very well. Follow that lord- and look you mock him not.
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505
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[Exit First Player.]
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506
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My good friends, I'll leave you till night. You are welcome to
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507
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Elsinore.
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508
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Rosencrantz.
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509
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Good my lord!
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510
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Hamlet.
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511
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Ay, so, God b' wi' ye!
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512
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[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern]
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513
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Now I am alone.
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514
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O what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
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515
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Is it not monstrous that this player here,
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516
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But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
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517
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Could force his soul so to his own conceit
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518
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That, from her working, all his visage wann'd,
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519
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Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
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520
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A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
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521
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With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing!
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522
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For Hecuba!
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523
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What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
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524
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That he should weep for her? What would he do,
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525
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Had he the motive and the cue for passion
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526
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That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
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527
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And cleave the general ear with horrid speech;
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528
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Make mad the guilty and appal the free,
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529
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Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
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530
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The very faculties of eyes and ears.
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531
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Yet I,
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532
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A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak
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533
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Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
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534
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And can say nothing! No, not for a king,
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535
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Upon whose property and most dear life
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536
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A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
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537
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Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
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538
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Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face?
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539
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Tweaks me by th' nose? gives me the lie i' th' throat
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540
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As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this, ha?
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541
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'Swounds, I should take it! for it cannot be
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542
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But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall
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543
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To make oppression bitter, or ere this
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544
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I should have fatted all the region kites
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545
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With this slave's offal. Bloody bawdy villain!
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546
|
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Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
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547
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O, vengeance!
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548
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Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
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549
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That I, the son of a dear father murther'd,
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|
550
|
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Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
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551
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Must(like a whore)unpack my heart with words
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552
|
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And fall a-cursing like a very drab,
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553
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A scullion!
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554
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Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! Hum, I have heard
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555
|
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That guilty creatures, sitting at a play,
|
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556
|
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Have by the very cunning of the scene
|
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557
|
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Been struck so to the soul that presently
|
|
558
|
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They have proclaim'd their malefactions;
|
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559
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For murther, though it have no tongue, will speak
|
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560
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With most miraculous organ, I'll have these Players
|
|
561
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Play something like the murther of my father
|
|
562
|
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Before mine uncle. I'll observe his looks;
|
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563
|
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|
I'll tent him to the quick. If he but blench,
|
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564
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I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
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565
|
|
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May be a devil; and the devil hath power
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566
|
|
|
T' assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps
|
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567
|
|
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Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
|
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568
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As he is very potent with such spirits,
|
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569
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|
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Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds
|
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570
|
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More relative than this. The play's the thing
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