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1. Act IV, Scene 1
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Elsinore. A room in the Castle.
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Enter King and Queen, with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
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Claudius.
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There's matter in these sighs. These profound heaves
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You must translate; 'tis fit we understand them.
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Where is your son?
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Gertrude.
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Bestow this place on us a little while.
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[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
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Ah, mine own lord, what have I seen to-night!
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Claudius.
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What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
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Gertrude.
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Mad as the sea and wind when both contend
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Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit
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Behind the arras hearing something stir,
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Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!'
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And in this brainish apprehension kills
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The unseen good old man.
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Claudius.
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O heavy deed!
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It had been so with us, had we been there.
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His liberty is full of threats to all-
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To you yourself, to us, to every one.
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Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
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It will be laid to us, whose providence
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Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt
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This mad young man. But so much was our love
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We would not understand what was most fit,
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But, like the owner of a foul disease,
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To keep it from divulging, let it feed
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Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?
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Gertrude.
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To draw apart the body he hath kill'd;
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O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
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Among a mineral of metals base,
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Shows itself pure. He weeps for what is done.
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Claudius.
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O Gertrude, come away!
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The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch
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But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed
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We must with all our majesty and skill
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Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern!
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[Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
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Friends both, go join you with some further aid.
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Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
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And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him.
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Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body
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Into the chapel. I pray you haste in this.
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[Exeunt [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern].]
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Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends
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And let them know both what we mean to do
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And what's untimely done.[So haply slander-]
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Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
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As level as the cannon to his blank,
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Transports his poisoned shot- may miss our name
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And hit the woundless air.- O, come away!
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My soul is full of discord and dismay.
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Exeunt.
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2. Act IV, Scene 2
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Elsinore. A passage in the Castle.
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Enter Hamlet.
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Hamlet.
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Safely stow'd.
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Gentlemen.
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[within]Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!
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Hamlet.
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But soft! What noise? Who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come.
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Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
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Rosencrantz.
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What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
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Hamlet.
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Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.
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Rosencrantz.
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Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence
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And bear it to the chapel.
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Hamlet.
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Do not believe it.
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Rosencrantz.
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Believe what?
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Hamlet.
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That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be
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demanded of a sponge, what replication should be made by the son
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of a king?
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Rosencrantz.
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Take you me for a sponge, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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Ay, sir; that soaks up the King's countenance, his rewards,
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his authorities. But such officers do the King best service in
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the end. He keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw;
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first mouth'd, to be last swallowed. When he needs what you have
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glean'd, it is but squeezing you and, sponge, you shall be dry
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again.
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Rosencrantz.
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I understand you not, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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I am glad of it. A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
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Rosencrantz.
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My lord, you must tell us where the body is and go with us to
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the King.
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Hamlet.
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The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body.
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The King is a thing-
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Guildenstern.
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A thing, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.
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Exeunt.
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3. Act IV, Scene 3
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Elsinore. A room in the Castle.
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Enter King.
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Claudius.
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I have sent to seek him and to find the body.
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How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
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Yet must not we put the strong law on him.
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He's lov'd of the distracted multitude,
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Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;
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And where 'tis so, th' offender's scourge is weigh'd,
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But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even,
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This sudden sending him away must seem
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Deliberate pause. Diseases desperate grown
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By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
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Or not at all.
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[Enter Rosencrantz.]
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How now O What hath befall'n?
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Rosencrantz.
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Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
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We cannot get from him.
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Claudius.
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But where is he?
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Rosencrantz.
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Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure.
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Claudius.
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Bring him before us.
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Rosencrantz.
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Ho, Guildenstern! Bring in my lord.
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Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern [with Attendants].
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Claudius.
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Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?
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Hamlet.
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At supper.
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Claudius.
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At supper? Where?
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Hamlet.
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Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain
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convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your
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only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and
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we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar
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is but variable service- two dishes, but to one table. That's the
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end.
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Claudius.
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Alas, alas!
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Hamlet.
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A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat
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of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
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Claudius.
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What dost thou mean by this?
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Hamlet.
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Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through
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the guts of a beggar.
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Claudius.
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Where is Polonius?
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Hamlet.
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In heaven. Send thither to see. If your messenger find him not
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there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But indeed, if you
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find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up
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the stair, into the lobby.
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Claudius.
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Go seek him there.[To Attendants.]
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Hamlet.
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He will stay till you come.
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[Exeunt Attendants.]
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Claudius.
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Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,-
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Which we do tender as we dearly grieve
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For that which thou hast done,- must send thee hence
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With fiery quickness. Therefore prepare thyself.
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The bark is ready and the wind at help,
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Th' associates tend, and everything is bent
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For England.
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Hamlet.
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For England?
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Claudius.
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Ay, Hamlet.
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Hamlet.
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Good.
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Claudius.
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So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.
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Hamlet.
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I see a cherub that sees them. But come, for England!
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Farewell, dear mother.
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Claudius.
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Thy loving father, Hamlet.
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Hamlet.
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My mother! Father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is
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one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England!
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Exit.
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Claudius.
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Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard.
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Delay it not; I'll have him hence to-night.
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Away! for everything is seal'd and done
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That else leans on th' affair. Pray you make haste.
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[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern]
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And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught,-
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As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
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Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
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After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
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Pays homage to us,- thou mayst not coldly set
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Our sovereign process, which imports at full,
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By letters congruing to that effect,
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The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
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For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
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And thou must cure me. Till I know 'tis done,
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Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun.[Exit.]
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4. Act IV, Scene 4
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Near Elsinore.
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Enter Fortinbras with his Army over the stage.
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Fortinbras.
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Go, Captain, from me greet the Danish king.
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Tell him that by his license Fortinbras
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Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march
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Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.
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If that his Majesty would aught with us,
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We shall express our duty in his eye;
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And let him know so.
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Norwegian Captain.
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I will do't, my lord.
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Fortinbras.
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Go softly on.
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Exeunt [all but the Captain].
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Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, [Guildenstern,] and others.
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Hamlet.
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Good sir, whose powers are these?
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Norwegian Captain.
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They are of Norway, sir.
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Hamlet.
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How purpos'd, sir, I pray you?
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Norwegian Captain.
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Against some part of Poland.
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Hamlet.
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Who commands them, sir?
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Norwegian Captain.
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The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.
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Hamlet.
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Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
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Or for some frontier?
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Norwegian Captain.
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Truly to speak, and with no addition,
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We go to gain a little patch of ground
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That hath in it no profit but the name.
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To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
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Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
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A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
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Hamlet.
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Why, then the Polack never will defend it.
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Norwegian Captain.
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Yes, it is already garrison'd.
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Hamlet.
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Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
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Will not debate the question of this straw.
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This is th' imposthume of much wealth and peace,
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That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
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Why the man dies.- I humbly thank you, sir.
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Norwegian Captain.
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God b' wi' you, sir.[Exit.]
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Rosencrantz.
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Will't please you go, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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I'll be with you straight. Go a little before.
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[Exeunt all but Hamlet.]
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How all occasions do inform against me
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And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
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If his chief good and market of his time
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Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
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Sure he that made us with such large discourse,
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Looking before and after, gave us not
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That capability and godlike reason
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To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be
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Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
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Of thinking too precisely on th' event,-
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A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
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Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do,'
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Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
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To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me.
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Witness this army of such mass and charge,
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Led by a delicate and tender prince,
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Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd,
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Makes mouths at the invisible event,
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Exposing what is mortal and unsure
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To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
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Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great
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Is not to stir without great argument,
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But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
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When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
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That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
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Excitements of my reason and my blood,
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And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
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The imminent death of twenty thousand men
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That for a fantasy and trick of fame
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Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
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Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
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Which is not tomb enough and continent
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To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
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My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth![Exit.]
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Elsinore. A room in the Castle.
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Enter Horatio, Queen, and a Gentleman.
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Gertrude.
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I will not speak with her.
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Gentleman.
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She is importunate, indeed distract.
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Her mood will needs be pitied.
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Gertrude.
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What would she have?
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Gentleman.
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She speaks much of her father; says she hears
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There's tricks i' th' world, and hems, and beats her heart;
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Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
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That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing,
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Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
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The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
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And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
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Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them,
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Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
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Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
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Horatio.
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'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew
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Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
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Gertrude.
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Let her come in.
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[Exit Gentleman.]
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[Aside]To my sick soul (as sin's true nature is)
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Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss.
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So full of artless jealousy is guilt
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It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
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Enter Ophelia distracted.
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Ophelia.
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Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark?
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Gertrude.
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How now, Ophelia?
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Ophelia.
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[sings]
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How should I your true-love know
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From another one?
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By his cockle bat and' staff
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And his sandal shoon.
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Gertrude.
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Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
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Ophelia.
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Say you? Nay, pray You mark.
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(Sings)He is dead and gone, lady,
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He is dead and gone;
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At his head a grass-green turf,
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At his heels a stone.
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O, ho!
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Gertrude.
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Nay, but Ophelia-
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Ophelia.
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Pray you mark.
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(Sings)White his shroud as the mountain snow-
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Enter King.
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Gertrude.
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Alas, look here, my lord!
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Ophelia.
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[Sings]
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Larded all with sweet flowers;
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Which bewept to the grave did not go
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With true-love showers.
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Claudius.
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How do you, pretty lady?
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Ophelia.
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Well, God dild you! They say the owl was a baker's daughter.
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Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at
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your table!
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Claudius.
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Conceit upon her father.
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Ophelia.
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Pray let's have no words of this; but when they ask, you what
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it means, say you this:
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(Sings)To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
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All in the morning bedtime,
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And I a maid at your window,
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To be your Valentine.
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Then up he rose and donn'd his clo'es
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And dupp'd the chamber door,
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Let in the maid, that out a maid
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Never departed more.
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Claudius.
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Pretty Ophelia!
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Ophelia.
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Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't!
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[Sings]By Gis and by Saint Charity,
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Alack, and fie for shame!
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Young men will do't if they come to't
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By Cock, they are to blame.
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Quoth she, 'Before you tumbled me,
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You promis'd me to wed.'
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He answers:
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'So would I 'a' done, by yonder sun,
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An thou hadst not come to my bed.'
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Claudius.
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How long hath she been thus?
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Ophelia.
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I hope all will be well. We must be patient; but I cannot
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choose but weep to think they would lay him i' th' cold ground.
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My brother shall know of it; and so I thank you for your good
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counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies. Good night, sweet
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ladies. Good night, good night.[Exit]
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Claudius.
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Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.
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[Exit Horatio.]
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O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
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All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies.
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But in battalions! First, her father slain;
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Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
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Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
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Thick and and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
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For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
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In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
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Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
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Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
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Last, and as much containing as all these,
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Her brother is in secret come from France;
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Feeds on his wonder, keeps, himself in clouds,
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And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
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With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
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Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
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Will nothing stick our person to arraign
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In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
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Like to a murd'ring piece, in many places
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Give me superfluous death. A noise within.
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Gertrude.
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Alack, what noise is this?
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Claudius.
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Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.
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[Enter a Messenger.]
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What is the matter?
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Messenger.
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Save Yourself, my lord:
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The ocean, overpeering of his list,
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Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
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Than Young Laertes, in a riotous head,
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O'erbears Your offices. The rabble call him lord;
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And, as the world were now but to begin,
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Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
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The ratifiers and props of every word,
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They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!'
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Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds,
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'Laertes shall be king! Laertes king!'
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A noise within.
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Gertrude.
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How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
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O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!
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Claudius.
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The doors are broke.
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Enter Laertes with others.
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Laertes.
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Where is this king?- Sirs, staid you all without.
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All.
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No, let's come in!
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Laertes.
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I pray you give me leave.
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All.
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We will, we will!
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Laertes.
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I thank you. Keep the door.[Exeunt his Followers.]
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O thou vile king,
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Give me my father!
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Gertrude.
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Calmly, good Laertes.
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Laertes.
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That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard;
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Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot
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Even here between the chaste unsmirched brows
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Of my true mother.
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Claudius.
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What is the cause, Laertes,
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That thy rebellion looks so giantlike?
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Let him go, Gertrude. Do not fear our person.
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There's such divinity doth hedge a king
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That treason can but peep to what it would,
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Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,
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Why thou art thus incens'd. Let him go, Gertrude.
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Speak, man.
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Laertes.
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Where is my father?
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Claudius.
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Dead.
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Gertrude.
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But not by him!
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Claudius.
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Let him demand his fill.
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Laertes.
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How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
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To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil
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Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
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I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
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That both the world, I give to negligence,
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Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd
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Most throughly for my father.
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Claudius.
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Who shall stay you?
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Laertes.
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My will, not all the world!
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And for my means, I'll husband them so well
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They shall go far with little.
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Claudius.
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Good Laertes,
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If you desire to know the certainty
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Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge
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That sweepstake you will draw both friend and foe,
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Winner and loser?
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Laertes.
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None but his enemies.
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Claudius.
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Will you know them then?
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Laertes.
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To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms
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And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,
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Repast them with my blood.
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Claudius.
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Why, now You speak
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Like a good child and a true gentleman.
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That I am guiltless of your father's death,
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And am most sensibly in grief for it,
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It shall as level to your judgment pierce
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As day does to your eye.
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A noise within: 'Let her come in.'
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Laertes.
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How now? What noise is that?
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[Enter Ophelia. ]
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O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt
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Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
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By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight
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Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
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Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
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O heavens! is't possible a young maid's wits
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Should be as mortal as an old man's life?
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Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,
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It sends some precious instance of itself
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After the thing it loves.
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Ophelia.
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[sings]
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They bore him barefac'd on the bier
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(Hey non nony, nony, hey nony)
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And in his grave rain'd many a tear.
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Fare you well, my dove!
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Laertes.
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Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
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It could not move thus.
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Ophelia.
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You must sing 'A-down a-down, and you call him a-down-a.' O,
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how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his
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master's daughter.
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Laertes.
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This nothing's more than matter.
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Ophelia.
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There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love,
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remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
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Laertes.
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A document in madness! Thoughts and remembrance fitted.
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Ophelia.
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There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's rue for you,
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would give you some violets, but they wither'd all when my father
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Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,
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She turns to favour and to prettiness.
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And will he not come again?
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No, no, he is dead;
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Go to thy deathbed;
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He never will come again.
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His beard was as white as snow,
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All flaxen was his poll.
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He is gone, he is gone,
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God 'a'mercy on his soul!
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Do you see this, O God?
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Claudius.
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Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
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Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
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Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
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And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me.
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If by direct or by collateral hand
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They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give,
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Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours,
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To you in satisfaction; but if not,
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Be you content to lend your patience to us,
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And we shall jointly labour with your soul
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To give it due content.
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Let this be so.
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His means of death, his obscure funeral-
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No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
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No noble rite nor formal ostentation,-
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Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
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That I must call't in question.
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Claudius.
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So you shall;
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And where th' offence is let the great axe fall.
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Elsinore. Another room in the Castle.
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Enter Horatio with an Attendant.
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Horatio.
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What are they that would speak with me?
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Servant.
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Seafaring men, sir. They say they have letters for you.
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Horatio.
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Let them come in.
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[Exit Attendant.]
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I do not know from what part of the world
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I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.
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Enter Sailors.
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Sailor.
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God bless you, sir.
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Horatio.
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Let him bless thee too.
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Sailor.
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'A shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for you,
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sir,- it comes from th' ambassador that was bound for England- if
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your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
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Horatio.
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[reads the letter]'Horatio, when thou shalt have overlook'd
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this, give these fellows some means to the King. They have
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letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of
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very warlike appointment gave us chase. Finding ourselves too
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slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour, and in the grapple I
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boarded them. On the instant they got clear of our ship; so I
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alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me like thieves
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of mercy; but they knew what they did: I am to do a good turn for
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them. Let the King have the letters I have sent, and repair thou
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to me with as much speed as thou wouldst fly death. I have words
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to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb; yet are they much too
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light for the bore of the matter. These good fellows will bring
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thee where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course
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for England. Of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell.
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'He that thou knowest thine, HAMLET.'
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Come, I will give you way for these your letters,
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And do't the speedier that you may direct me
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To him from whom you brought them.[Exeunt.]
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Elsinore. Another room in the Castle.
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Enter King and Laertes.
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Claudius.
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Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,
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And You must put me in your heart for friend,
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Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
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That he which hath your noble father slain
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Pursued my life.
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Laertes.
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It well appears. But tell me
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Why you proceeded not against these feats
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So crimeful and so capital in nature,
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As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,
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You mainly were stirr'd up.
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Claudius.
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O, for two special reasons,
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Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd,
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But yet to me they are strong. The Queen his mother
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Lives almost by his looks; and for myself,-
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My virtue or my plague, be it either which,-
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She's so conjunctive to my life and soul
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That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
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I could not but by her. The other motive
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Why to a public count I might not go
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Is the great love the general gender bear him,
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Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
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Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
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Convert his gives to graces; so that my arrows,
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Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,
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Would have reverted to my bow again,
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And not where I had aim'd them.
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Laertes.
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And so have I a noble father lost;
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A sister driven into desp'rate terms,
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Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
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Stood challenger on mount of all the age
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For her perfections. But my revenge will come.
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Claudius.
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Break not your sleeps for that. You must not think
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That we are made of stuff so flat and dull
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That we can let our beard be shook with danger,
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And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more.
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I lov'd your father, and we love ourself,
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And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine-
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[Enter a Messenger with letters.]
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How now? What news?
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Messenger.
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Letters, my lord, from Hamlet:
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This to your Majesty; this to the Queen.
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Claudius.
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From Hamlet? Who brought them?
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Messenger.
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Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not.
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They were given me by Claudio; he receiv'd them
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Of him that brought them.
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Claudius.
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Laertes, you shall hear them.
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Leave us.
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[Exit Messenger.]
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[Reads]'High and Mighty,-You shall know I am set naked on your
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kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes;
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when I shall(first asking your pardon thereunto)recount the
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occasion of my sudden and more strange return. 'HAMLET.'
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What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
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Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
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Laertes.
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66
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Know you the hand?
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67
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Claudius.
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68
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'Tis Hamlet's character. 'Naked!'
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69
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And in a postscript here, he says 'alone.'
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70
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Can you advise me?
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71
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Laertes.
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72
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I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come!
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73
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It warms the very sickness in my heart
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74
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That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
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'Thus didest thou.'
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76
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Claudius.
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77
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If it be so, Laertes
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78
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(As how should it be so? how otherwise?),
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79
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Will you be rul'd by me?
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80
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Laertes.
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81
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Ay my lord,
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82
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So you will not o'errule me to a peace.
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Claudius.
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84
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To thine own peace. If he be now return'd
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85
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As checking at his voyage, and that he means
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86
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No more to undertake it, I will work him
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87
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To exploit now ripe in my device,
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88
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Under the which he shall not choose but fall;
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89
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And for his death no wind shall breathe
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90
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But even his mother shall uncharge the practice
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91
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And call it accident.
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92
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Laertes.
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93
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My lord, I will be rul'd;
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94
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The rather, if you could devise it so
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95
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That I might be the organ.
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96
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Claudius.
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97
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It falls right.
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98
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You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
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99
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And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality
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100
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Wherein they say you shine, Your sum of parts
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Did not together pluck such envy from him
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102
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As did that one; and that, in my regard,
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Of the unworthiest siege.
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Laertes.
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105
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What part is that, my lord?
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Claudius.
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107
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A very riband in the cap of youth-
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108
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Yet needfull too; for youth no less becomes
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109
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The light and careless livery that it wears
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110
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Than settled age his sables and his weeds,
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111
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Importing health and graveness. Two months since
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112
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Here was a gentleman of Normandy.
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113
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I have seen myself, and serv'd against, the French,
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114
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And they can well on horseback; but this gallant
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115
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Had witchcraft in't. He grew unto his seat,
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116
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And to such wondrous doing brought his horse
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117
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As had he been incorps'd and demi-natur'd
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118
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With the brave beast. So far he topp'd my thought
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119
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That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,
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120
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Come short of what he did.
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121
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Laertes.
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122
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A Norman was't?
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Claudius.
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A Norman.
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Laertes.
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126
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Upon my life, Lamound.
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Claudius.
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128
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The very same.
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Laertes.
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I know him well. He is the broach indeed
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And gem of all the nation.
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Claudius.
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133
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He made confession of you;
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134
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And gave you such a masterly report
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135
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For art and exercise in your defence,
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136
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And for your rapier most especially,
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137
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That he cried out 'twould be a sight indeed
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138
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If one could match you. The scrimers of their nation
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139
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He swore had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
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140
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If you oppos'd them. Sir, this report of his
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141
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Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy
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142
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That he could nothing do but wish and beg
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143
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Your sudden coming o'er to play with you.
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144
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Now, out of this-
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145
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Laertes.
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146
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What out of this, my lord?
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147
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Claudius.
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148
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Laertes, was your father dear to you?
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149
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Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
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150
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A face without a heart,'
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151
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Laertes.
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152
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Why ask you this?
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153
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Claudius.
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154
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Not that I think you did not love your father;
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155
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But that I know love is begun by time,
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156
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And that I see, in passages of proof,
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157
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Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
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158
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There lives within the very flame of love
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159
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A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it;
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160
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And nothing is at a like goodness still;
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161
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For goodness, growing to a plurisy,
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162
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Dies in his own too-much. That we would do,
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163
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We should do when we would; for this 'would' changes,
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164
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And hath abatements and delays as many
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165
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As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;
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166
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And then this 'should' is like a spendthrift sigh,
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167
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That hurts by easing. But to the quick o' th' ulcer!
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168
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Hamlet comes back. What would you undertake
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169
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To show yourself your father's son in deed
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170
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More than in words?
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171
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Laertes.
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172
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To cut his throat i' th' church!
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173
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Claudius.
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174
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No place indeed should murther sanctuarize;
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175
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Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes,
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176
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Will you do this? Keep close within your chamber.
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177
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Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home.
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We'll put on those shall praise your excellence
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179
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And set a double varnish on the fame
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180
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The Frenchman gave you; bring you in fine together
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181
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And wager on your heads. He, being remiss,
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Most generous, and free from all contriving,
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183
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Will not peruse the foils; so that with ease,
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184
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Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
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185
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A sword unbated, and, in a pass of practice,
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186
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Requite him for your father.
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Laertes.
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188
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I will do't!
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And for that purpose I'll anoint my sword.
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190
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I bought an unction of a mountebank,
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191
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So fast they follow. Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.
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Drown'd! O, where?
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Drown'd, drown'd.
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Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
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