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Elsinore. A room in the Castle.
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Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern,
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and Lords.
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Claudius.
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And can you by no drift of circumstance
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Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
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Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
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With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
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Rosencrantz.
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He does confess he feels himself distracted,
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But from what cause he will by no means speak.
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Guildenstern.
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Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
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But with a crafty madness keeps aloof
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When we would bring him on to some confession
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Of his true state.
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Gertrude.
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Did he receive you well?
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Rosencrantz.
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Most like a gentleman.
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Guildenstern.
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But with much forcing of his disposition.
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Rosencrantz.
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Niggard of question, but of our demands
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Most free in his reply.
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Gertrude.
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Did you assay him
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To any pastime?
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Rosencrantz.
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Madam, it so fell out that certain players
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We o'erraught on the way. Of these we told him,
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And there did seem in him a kind of joy
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To hear of it. They are here about the court,
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And, as I think, they have already order
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This night to play before him.
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Polonius.
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'Tis most true;
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And he beseech'd me to entreat your Majesties
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To hear and see the matter.
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Claudius.
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With all my heart, and it doth much content me
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To hear him so inclin'd.
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Good gentlemen, give him a further edge
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And drive his purpose on to these delights.
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Rosencrantz.
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We shall, my lord.
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Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
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Claudius.
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Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;
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For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
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That he, as 'twere by accident, may here
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Affront Ophelia.
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Her father and myself(lawful espials)
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Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,
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We may of their encounter frankly judge
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And gather by him, as he is behav'd,
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If't be th' affliction of his love, or no,
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That thus he suffers for.
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Gertrude.
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I shall obey you;
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And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
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That your good beauties be the happy cause
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Of Hamlet's wildness. So shall I hope your virtues
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Will bring him to his wonted way again,
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To both your honours.
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Ophelia.
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Madam, I wish it may.
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[Exit Queen.]
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Polonius.
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Ophelia, walk you here.- Gracious, so please you,
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We will bestow ourselves.-[To Ophelia]Read on this book,
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That show of such an exercise may colour
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Your loneliness.- We are oft to blame in this,
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'Tis too much prov'd, that with devotion's visage
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And pious action we do sugar o'er
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The Devil himself.
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Claudius.
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[aside]O, 'tis too true!
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How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
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The harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art,
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Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
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Than is my deed to my most painted word.
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O heavy burthen!
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Polonius.
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I hear him coming. Let's withdraw, my lord.
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Exeunt King and Polonius].
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Enter Hamlet.
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Hamlet.
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To be, or not to be- that is the question:
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Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
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The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
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Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
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And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
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No more; and by a sleep to say we end
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The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
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That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
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Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
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To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
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For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
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When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
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Must give us pause. There's the respect
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That makes calamity of so long life.
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For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
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Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
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The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
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The insolence of office, and the spurns
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That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
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When he himself might his quietus make
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With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
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To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
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But that the dread of something after death-
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The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
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No traveller returns- puzzles the will,
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And makes us rather bear those ills we have
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Than fly to others that we know not of?
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Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
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And thus the native hue of resolution
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Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
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And enterprises of great pith and moment
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With this regard their currents turn awry
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And lose the name of action.- Soft you now!
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The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons
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Be all my sins rememb'red.
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Ophelia.
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Good my lord,
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How does your honour for this many a day?
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Hamlet.
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I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
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Ophelia.
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My lord, I have remembrances of yours
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That I have longed long to re-deliver.
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I pray you, now receive them.
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Hamlet.
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No, not I!
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I never gave you aught.
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Ophelia.
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My honour'd lord, you know right well you did,
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And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd
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As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost,
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Take these again; for to the noble mind
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Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
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There, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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Ha, ha! Are you honest?
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My lord?
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Hamlet.
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Are you fair?
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Ophelia.
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What means your lordship?
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Hamlet.
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That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no
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discourse to your beauty.
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Ophelia.
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Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
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Hamlet.
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Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform
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honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can
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translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox,
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but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.
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Ophelia.
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Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
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Hamlet.
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You should not have believ'd me; for virtue cannot so
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inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you
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not.
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Ophelia.
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I was the more deceived.
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Hamlet.
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Get thee to a nunnery! Why wouldst thou be a breeder of
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sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse
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me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.
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I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my
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beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give
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them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I
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do, crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all;
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believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your
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father?
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At home, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool
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nowhere but in's own house. Farewell.
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Ophelia.
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O, help him, you sweet heavens!
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Hamlet.
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If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry:
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be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape
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calumny. Get thee to a nunnery. Go, farewell. Or if thou wilt
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needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what
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monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too.
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Farewell.
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Ophelia.
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O heavenly powers, restore him!
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Hamlet.
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I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath
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given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you
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amble, and you lisp; you nickname God's creatures and make your
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wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't! it hath made
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me mad. I say, we will have no moe marriages. Those that are
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married already- all but one- shall live; the rest shall keep as
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they are. To a nunnery, go.[Exit.]
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Ophelia.
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O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
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The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword,
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Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,
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The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
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Th' observ'd of all observers- quite, quite down!
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And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
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That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
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Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
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Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
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That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
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Blasted with ecstasy. O, woe is me
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T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
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Enter King and Polonius.
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Claudius.
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Love? his affections do not that way tend;
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Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,
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Was not like madness. There's something in his soul
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O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;
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And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
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Will be some danger; which for to prevent,
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I have in quick determination
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Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England
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For the demand of our neglected tribute.
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Haply the seas, and countries different,
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With variable objects, shall expel
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This something-settled matter in his heart,
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Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
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From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
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Polonius.
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It shall do well. But yet do I believe
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The origin and commencement of his grief
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Sprung from neglected love.- How now, Ophelia?
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You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said.
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We heard it all.- My lord, do as you please;
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But if you hold it fit, after the play
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Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
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To show his grief. Let her be round with him;
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And I'll be plac'd so please you, in the ear
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Of all their conference. If she find him not,
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To England send him; or confine him where
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Your wisdom best shall think.
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Claudius.
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It shall be so.
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Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.[Exeunt.]
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2. Act III, Scene 2
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Elsinore. hall in the Castle.
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Enter Hamlet and three of the Players.
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Hamlet.
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Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you,
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trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our
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players do, I had as live the town crier spoke my lines. Nor do
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not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all
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gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and(as I may say)
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whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a
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temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the
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soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to
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tatters, to very rags, to split the cars of the groundlings, who
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(for the most part)are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb
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shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipp'd for o'erdoing
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Termagant. It out-herods Herod. Pray you avoid it.
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First Player.
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I warrant your honour.
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Hamlet.
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Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your
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tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with
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this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of
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nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing,
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whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as
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'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show Virtue her own feature,
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form and pressure. Now this overdone, or come tardy off, though
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it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious
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grieve; the censure of the which one must in your allowance
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o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players that I
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journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated
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I hope we have reform'd that indifferently with us, sir.
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O, reform it altogether! And let those that play your clowns
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speak no more than is set down for them. For there be of them
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that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren
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spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary
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question of the play be then to be considered. That's villanous
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and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go
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make you ready.
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[Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.]
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How now, my lord? Will the King hear this piece of work?
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And the Queen too, and that presently.
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Hamlet.
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Bid the players make haste,[Exit Polonius.]Will you two
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help to hasten them?
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[with Guildenstern]We will, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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What, ho, Horatio!
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Horatio.
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Here, sweet lord, at your service.
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Hamlet.
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Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
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As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.
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Horatio.
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O, my dear lord!
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Hamlet.
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Nay, do not think I flatter;
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For what advancement may I hope from thee,
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That no revenue hast but thy good spirits
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To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd?
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No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
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And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
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Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
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Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
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And could of men distinguish, her election
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Hath seal'd thee for herself. For thou hast been
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As one, in suff'ring all, that suffers nothing;
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A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards
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Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and blest are those
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Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled
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That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger
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To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
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That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
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In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
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As I do thee. Something too much of this I
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There is a play to-night before the King.
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One scene of it comes near the circumstance,
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Which I have told thee, of my father's death.
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I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,
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Even with the very comment of thy soul
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Observe my uncle. If his occulted guilt
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Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
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It is a damned ghost that we have seen,
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And my imaginations are as foul
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As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note;
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For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
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And after we will both our judgments join
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In censure of his seeming.
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Horatio.
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Well, my lord.
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If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing,
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And scape detecting, I will pay the theft.
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Sound a flourish.[Enter Trumpets and Kettledrums. Danish
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march. [Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern,
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and other Lords attendant, with the Guard carrying torches.]
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Hamlet.
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They are coming to the play. I must be idle.
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Get you a place.
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Claudius.
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How fares our cousin Hamlet?
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Hamlet.
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Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish. I eat the air,
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promise-cramm'd. You cannot feed capons so.
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Claudius.
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I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet. These words are not
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mine.
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Hamlet.
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No, nor mine now.[To Polonius]My lord, you play'd once
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i' th' university, you say?
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Polonius.
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That did I, my lord, and was accounted a good actor.
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Hamlet.
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What did you enact?
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I did enact Julius Caesar; I was kill'd i' th' Capitol; Brutus
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kill'd me.
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Hamlet.
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It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. Be
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the players ready.
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Ay, my lord. They stay upon your patience.
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Gertrude.
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Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
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Hamlet.
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No, good mother. Here's metal more attractive.
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[to the King]O, ho! do you mark that?
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Hamlet.
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Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
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[Sits down at Ophelia's feet.]
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Ophelia.
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No, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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I mean, my head upon your lap?
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Ophelia.
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Ay, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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Do you think I meant country matters?
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Ophelia.
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I think nothing, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
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What is, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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Nothing.
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Ophelia.
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You are merry, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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Who, I?
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Ophelia.
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Ay, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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O God, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry?
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For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died
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within 's two hours.
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Ophelia.
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Nay 'tis twice two months, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a
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suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten
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yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life
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half a year. But, by'r Lady, he must build churches then; or else
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shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose
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epitaph is 'For O, for O, the hobby-horse is forgot!'
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[Hautboys play. The dumb show enters.]
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Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen embracing
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him and he her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation
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unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her
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neck. He lays him down upon a bank of flowers. She, seeing
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him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his
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crown, kisses it, pours poison in the sleeper's ears, and
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leaves him. The Queen returns, finds the King dead, and makes
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passionate action. The Poisoner with some three or four Mutes,
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comes in again, seem to condole with her. The dead body is
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carried away. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts; she
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seems harsh and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts
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his love.
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Ophelia.
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What means this, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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Marry, this is miching malhecho; it means mischief.
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Ophelia.
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Belike this show imports the argument of the play.
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Enter Prologue.
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Hamlet.
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We shall know by this fellow. The players cannot keep counsel;
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they'll tell all.
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Ophelia.
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Will he tell us what this show meant?
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Hamlet.
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Ay, or any show that you'll show him. Be not you asham'd to
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show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means.
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Ophelia.
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You are naught, you are naught! I'll mark the play.
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Pro. For us, and for our tragedy,
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Here stooping to your clemency,
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We beg your hearing patiently.[Exit.]
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Hamlet.
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Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
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Ophelia.
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'Tis brief, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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As woman's love.
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Enter [two Players as] King and Queen.
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Player King.
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Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round
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Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground,
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And thirty dozen moons with borrowed sheen
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About the world have times twelve thirties been,
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Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands,
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Unite comutual in most sacred bands.
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Player Queen.
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So many journeys may the sun and moon
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Make us again count o'er ere love be done!
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But woe is me! you are so sick of late,
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So far from cheer and from your former state.
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That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,
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Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must;
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For women's fear and love holds quantity,
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In neither aught, or in extremity.
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Now what my love is, proof hath made you know;
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And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so.
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Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
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Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
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Player King.
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Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;
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My operant powers their functions leave to do.
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And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,
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Honour'd, belov'd, and haply one as kind
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For husband shalt thou-
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Player Queen.
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O, confound the rest!
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Such love must needs be treason in my breast.
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When second husband let me be accurst!
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None wed the second but who killed the first.
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Hamlet.
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[aside]Wormwood, wormwood!
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Queen. The instances that second marriage move
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Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.
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A second time I kill my husband dead
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When second husband kisses me in bed.
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I do believe you think what now you speak;
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But what we do determine oft we break.
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Purpose is but the slave to memory,
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Of violent birth, but poor validity;
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Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree,
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But fall unshaken when they mellow be.
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Most necessary 'tis that we forget
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To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt.
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What to ourselves in passion we propose,
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The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
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The violence of either grief or joy
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Their own enactures with themselves destroy.
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Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
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Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
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This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
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That even our loves should with our fortunes change;
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For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
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Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
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The great man down, you mark his favourite flies,
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The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies;
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And hitherto doth love on fortune tend,
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For who not needs shall never lack a friend,
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And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
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Directly seasons him his enemy.
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But, orderly to end where I begun,
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Our wills and fates do so contrary run
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That our devices still are overthrown;
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Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
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So think thou wilt no second husband wed;
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But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
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Player Queen.
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Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light,
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Sport and repose lock from me day and night,
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To desperation turn my trust and hope,
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An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope,
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Each opposite that blanks the face of joy
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Meet what I would have well, and it destroy,
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Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
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If, once a widow, ever I be wife!
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Hamlet.
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If she should break it now!
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Player King.
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'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile.
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My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
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The tedious day with sleep.
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Player Queen.
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Sleep rock thy brain,
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He sleeps.]
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Player Queen.
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And never come mischance between us twain!
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Exit.
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Hamlet.
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Madam, how like you this play?
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Gertrude.
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The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
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Hamlet.
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O, but she'll keep her word.
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Claudius.
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Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in't?
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Hamlet.
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No, no! They do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i' th'
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world.
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Claudius.
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What do you call the play?
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Hamlet.
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'The Mousetrap.' Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the
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image of a murther done in Vienna. Gonzago is the duke's name;
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his wife, Baptista. You shall see anon. 'Tis a knavish piece of
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work; but what o' that? Your Majesty, and we that have free
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souls, it touches us not. Let the gall'd jade winch; our withers
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are unwrung.
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Enter Lucianus.This is one Lucianus, nephew to the King.
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Ophelia.
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You are as good as a chorus, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see
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the puppets dallying.
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Ophelia.
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You are keen, my lord, you are keen.
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Hamlet.
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It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.
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Ophelia.
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Still better, and worse.
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Hamlet.
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So you must take your husbands.- Begin, murtherer. Pox, leave
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thy damnable faces, and begin! Come, the croaking raven doth
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bellow for revenge.
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Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; Confederate season, else no creature seeing; Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magic and dire property On wholesome life usurp immediately.
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Pours the poison in his ears.
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Hamlet.
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He poisons him i' th' garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago.
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The story is extant, and written in very choice Italian. You
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shall see anon how the murtherer gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
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Ophelia.
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The King rises.
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Hamlet.
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351
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What, frighted with false fire?
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Gertrude.
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353
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How fares my lord?
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Polonius.
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355
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Give o'er the play.
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Claudius.
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357
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Give me some light! Away!
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All.
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359
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Lights, lights, lights!
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Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio.
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Hamlet.
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Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
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The hart ungalled play;
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For some must watch, while some must sleep:
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Thus runs the world away.
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Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers- if the rest of my
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fortunes turn Turk with me-with two Provincial roses on my raz'd
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shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
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Horatio.
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Half a share.
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Hamlet.
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372
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A whole one I!
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For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
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This realm dismantled was
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Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
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A very, very- pajock.
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377
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Horatio.
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378
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You might have rhym'd.
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379
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Hamlet.
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380
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O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand
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381
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pound! Didst perceive?
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382
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Horatio.
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383
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Very well, my lord.
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384
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Hamlet.
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385
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Upon the talk of the poisoning?
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386
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Horatio.
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387
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I did very well note him.
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388
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Hamlet.
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389
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Aha! Come, some music! Come, the recorders!
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390
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For if the King like not the comedy,
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391
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Why then, belike he likes it not, perdy.
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Come, some music!
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Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
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394
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Guildenstern.
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395
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Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
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396
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Hamlet.
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397
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Sir, a whole history.
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398
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Guildenstern.
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399
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The King, sir-
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400
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Hamlet.
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401
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Ay, sir, what of him?
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402
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Guildenstern.
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403
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Is in his retirement, marvellous distemper'd.
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404
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Hamlet.
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405
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With drink, sir?
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406
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Guildenstern.
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407
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No, my lord; rather with choler.
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408
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Hamlet.
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409
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Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to
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410
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the doctor; for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps
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411
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plunge him into far more choler.
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412
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Guildenstern.
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413
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Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start
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414
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not so wildly from my affair.
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415
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Hamlet.
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416
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I am tame, sir; pronounce.
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417
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Guildenstern.
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418
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The Queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit
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419
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hath sent me to you.
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420
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Hamlet.
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421
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You are welcome.
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422
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Guildenstern.
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423
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Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed.
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424
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If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do
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425
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your mother's commandment; if not, your pardon and my return
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426
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shall be the end of my business.
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427
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Hamlet.
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428
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Sir, I cannot.
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429
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Guildenstern.
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430
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What, my lord?
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431
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Hamlet.
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432
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Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseas'd. But, sir, such
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433
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answer as I can make, you shall command; or rather, as you say,
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434
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my mother. Therefore no more, but to the matter! My mother, you
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435
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say-
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436
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Rosencrantz.
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437
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Then thus she says: your behaviour hath struck her into
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438
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amazement and admiration.
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439
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Hamlet.
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440
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O wonderful son, that can so stonish a mother! But is there no
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441
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sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration? Impart.
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442
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Rosencrantz.
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443
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She desires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed.
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444
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Hamlet.
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445
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We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any
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446
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further trade with us?
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447
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Rosencrantz.
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448
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My lord, you once did love me.
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449
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Hamlet.
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450
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And do still, by these pickers and stealers!
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451
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Rosencrantz.
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452
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Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely
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453
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bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to
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454
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your friend.
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455
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Hamlet.
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456
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Sir, I lack advancement.
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457
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Rosencrantz.
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458
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How can that be, when you have the voice of the King himself
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459
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for your succession in Denmark?
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460
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Hamlet.
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461
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Ay, sir, but 'while the grass grows'- the proverb is something
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462
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musty.
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463
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[Enter the Players with recorders. ]
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464
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O, the recorders! Let me see one. To withdraw with you- why do
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465
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you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me
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466
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into a toil?
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467
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Guildenstern.
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468
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O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.
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469
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Hamlet.
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470
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I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?
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471
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Guildenstern.
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472
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My lord, I cannot.
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473
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Hamlet.
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474
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I pray you.
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475
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Guildenstern.
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476
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Believe me, I cannot.
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477
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Hamlet.
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478
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I do beseech you.
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479
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Guildenstern.
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480
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I know, no touch of it, my lord.
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481
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Hamlet.
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482
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It is as easy as lying. Govern these ventages with your
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483
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fingers and thumbs, give it breath with your mouth, and it will
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484
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discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.
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485
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Guildenstern.
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486
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But these cannot I command to any utt'rance of harmony. I
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487
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have not the skill.
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488
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Hamlet.
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489
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Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You
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490
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would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would
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491
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pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my
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492
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lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music,
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493
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excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it
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494
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speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be play'd on than a
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495
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pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me,
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496
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you cannot play upon me.
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497
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[Enter Polonius.]
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498
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God bless you, sir!
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499
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Polonius.
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500
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My lord, the Queen would speak with you, and presently.
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501
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Hamlet.
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502
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Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
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503
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Polonius.
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504
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By th' mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed.
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505
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Hamlet.
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506
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Methinks it is like a weasel.
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507
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Polonius.
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508
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It is back'd like a weasel.
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509
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Hamlet.
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510
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Or like a whale.
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511
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Polonius.
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512
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Very like a whale.
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513
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Hamlet.
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514
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Then will I come to my mother by-and-by.- They fool me to the
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515
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top of my bent.- I will come by-and-by.
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516
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Polonius.
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517
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I will say so.[Exit.]
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518
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Hamlet.
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519
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'By-and-by' is easily said.- Leave me, friends.
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520
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[Exeunt all but Hamlet.]
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521
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'Tis now the very witching time of night,
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522
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When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
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523
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Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood
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524
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And do such bitter business as the day
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525
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Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother!
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526
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O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
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527
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The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom.
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528
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Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
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529
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I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
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530
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My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites-
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531
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How in my words somever she be shent,
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532
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To give them seals never, my soul, consent![Exit.]
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3. Act III, Scene 3
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0
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A room in the Castle.
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1
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Enter King, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.
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2
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Claudius.
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3
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I like him not, nor stands it safe with us
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4
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To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you;
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5
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I your commission will forthwith dispatch,
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6
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And he to England shall along with you.
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7
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The terms of our estate may not endure
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8
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Hazard so near us as doth hourly grow
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9
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Out of his lunacies.
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10
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Guildenstern.
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11
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We will ourselves provide.
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12
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Most holy and religious fear it is
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13
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To keep those many many bodies safe
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14
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That live and feed upon your Majesty.
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15
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Rosencrantz.
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16
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The single and peculiar life is bound
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17
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With all the strength and armour of the mind
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18
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To keep itself from noyance; but much more
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19
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That spirit upon whose weal depends and rests
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20
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The lives of many. The cesse of majesty
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21
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Dies not alone, but like a gulf doth draw
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22
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What's near it with it. It is a massy wheel,
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23
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Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount,
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24
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To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
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25
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Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which when it falls,
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26
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Each small annexment, petty consequence,
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27
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Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone
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28
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Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.
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29
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Claudius.
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30
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Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage;
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31
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For we will fetters put upon this fear,
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32
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Which now goes too free-footed.
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33
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Rosencrantz.
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34
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[with Guildenstern]We will haste us.
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35
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Exeunt Gentlemen.
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36
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Enter Polonius.
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37
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Polonius.
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38
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My lord, he's going to his mother's closet.
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39
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Behind the arras I'll convey myself
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40
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To hear the process. I'll warrant she'll tax him home;
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41
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And, as you said, and wisely was it said,
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42
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'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother,
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43
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Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear
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44
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The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege.
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45
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I'll call upon you ere you go to bed
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46
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And tell you what I know.
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47
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Claudius.
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48
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Thanks, dear my lord.
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