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Elsinore. A churchyard.
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Enter two Clowns, [with spades and pickaxes].
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First Clown.
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Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she wilfully seeks her own salvation?
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Second Clown.
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I tell thee she is; therefore make her grave straight.
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The crowner hath sate on her, and finds it Christian burial.
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First Clown.
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How can that be, unless she drown'd herself in her own
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defence?
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Second Clown.
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Why, 'tis found so.
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First Clown.
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It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else. For here lies
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the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act; and an
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act hath three branches-it is to act, to do, and to perform;
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argal, she drown'd herself wittingly.
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Second Clown.
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Nay, but hear you, Goodman Delver!
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First Clown.
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Give me leave. Here lies the water; good. Here stands the
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man; good. If the man go to this water and drown himself, it is,
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will he nill he, he goes- mark you that. But if the water come to
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him and drown him, he drowns not himself. Argal, he that is not
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guilty of his own death shortens not his own life.
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Second Clown.
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But is this law?
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First Clown.
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Ay, marry, is't- crowner's quest law.
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Second Clown.
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Will you ha' the truth an't? If this had not been a
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gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o' Christian burial.
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First Clown.
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Why, there thou say'st! And the more pity that great folk
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should have count'nance in this world to drown or hang themselves
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more than their even-Christian. Come, my spade! There is no
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ancient gentlemen but gard'ners, ditchers, and grave-makers. They
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hold up Adam's profession.
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Second Clown.
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Was he a gentleman?
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First Clown.
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'A was the first that ever bore arms.
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Second Clown.
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Why, he had none.
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First Clown.
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What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the Scripture?
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The Scripture says Adam digg'd. Could he dig without arms? I'll
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put another question to thee. If thou answerest me not to the
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purpose, confess thyself-
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Second Clown.
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Go to!
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First Clown.
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What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the
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shipwright, or the carpenter?
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Second Clown.
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The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand
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tenants.
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First Clown.
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I like thy wit well, in good faith. The gallows does well.
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But how does it well? It does well to those that do ill. Now,
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thou dost ill to say the gallows is built stronger than the
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church. Argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To't again, come!
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Second Clown.
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Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a
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carpenter?
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First Clown.
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Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
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Second Clown.
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Marry, now I can tell!
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First Clown.
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To't.
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Second Clown.
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Mass, I cannot tell.
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Enter Hamlet and Horatio afar off.
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First Clown.
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Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will
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not mend his pace with beating; and when you are ask'd this
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question next, say 'a grave-maker.' The houses he makes lasts
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till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan; fetch me a stoup of
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liquor.
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[Exit Second Clown.]
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[Clown digs and] sings.
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First Clown.
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In youth when I did love, did love,
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Methought it was very sweet;
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To contract- O- the time for- a- my behove,
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O, methought there- a- was nothing- a- meet.
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Hamlet.
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Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at
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grave-making?
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Horatio.
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Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
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Hamlet.
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'Tis e'en so. The hand of little employment hath the daintier
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First Clown.
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[sings]
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But age with his stealing steps
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Hath clawed me in his clutch,
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And hath shipped me intil the land,
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As if I had never been such.
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[Throws up a skull.]
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Hamlet.
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That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. How the
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knave jowls it to the ground,as if 'twere Cain's jawbone, that
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did the first murther! This might be the pate of a Politician,
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which this ass now o'erreaches; one that would circumvent God,
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might it not?
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Horatio.
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It might, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow, sweet lord!
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How dost thou, good lord?' This might be my Lord Such-a-one, that
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prais'd my Lord Such-a-one's horse when he meant to beg it- might
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it not?
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Horatio.
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Ay, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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Why, e'en so! and now my Lady Worm's, chapless, and knock'd
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about the mazzard with a sexton's spade. Here's fine revolution,
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and we had the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more the
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breeding but to play at loggets with 'em? Mine ache to think
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on't.
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First Clown.
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[Sings]
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A pickaxe and a spade, a spade,
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For and a shrouding sheet;
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O, a Pit of clay for to be made
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For such a guest is meet.
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Throws up[another skull].
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Hamlet.
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There's another. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer?
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Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures,
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and his tricks? Why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock
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him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him
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of his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in's time a
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great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his
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fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries. Is this the fine of
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his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine
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pate full of fine dirt? Will his vouchers vouch him no more of
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his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and breadth
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of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will
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scarcely lie in this box; and must th' inheritor himself have no
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more, ha?
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Horatio.
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Not a jot more, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
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Horatio.
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Ay, my lord, And of calveskins too.
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Hamlet.
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They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I
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will speak to this fellow. Whose grave's this, sirrah?
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First Clown.
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Mine, sir.
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[Sings]O, a pit of clay for to be made
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For such a guest is meet.
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Hamlet.
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I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't.
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First Clown.
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You lie out on't, sir, and therefore 'tis not yours.
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For my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine.
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Hamlet.
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Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine. 'Tis for
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the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.
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First Clown.
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'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again from me to you.
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Hamlet.
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What man dost thou dig it for?
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First Clown.
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For no man, sir.
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Hamlet.
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What woman then?
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First Clown.
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For none neither.
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Hamlet.
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Who is to be buried in't?
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First Clown.
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One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.
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How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or
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equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, this three years
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I have taken note of it, the age is grown so picked that the toe
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of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier he galls
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his kibe.- How long hast thou been a grave-maker?
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First Clown.
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Of all the days i' th' year, I came to't that day that our
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last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.
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Hamlet.
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How long is that since?
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Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the
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very day that young Hamlet was born- he that is mad, and sent
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into England.
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Hamlet.
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Ay, marry, why was be sent into England?
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First Clown.
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Why, because 'a was mad. 'A shall recover his wits there;
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or, if 'a do not, 'tis no great matter there.
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Hamlet.
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Why?
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First Clown.
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'Twill not he seen in him there. There the men are as mad as
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Hamlet.
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How came he mad?
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Very strangely, they say.
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Hamlet.
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How strangely?
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First Clown.
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Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
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Upon what ground?
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First Clown.
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Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton here, man and boy
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thirty years.
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Hamlet.
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How long will a man lie i' th' earth ere he rot?
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First Clown.
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Faith, if 'a be not rotten before 'a die(as we have many
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pocky corses now-a-days that will scarce hold the laying in, I
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will last you some eight year or nine year. A tanner will last
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you nine year.
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Hamlet.
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Why he more than another?
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First Clown.
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Why, sir, his hide is so tann'd with his trade that 'a will
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keep out water a great while; and your water is a sore decayer of
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your whoreson dead body. Here's a skull now. This skull hath lien
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you i' th' earth three-and-twenty years.
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Hamlet.
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First Clown.
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A whoreson, mad fellow's it was. Whose do you think it was?
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Hamlet.
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Nay, I know not.
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First Clown.
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A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! 'A pour'd a flagon of
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Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's
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skull, the King's jester.
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Hamlet.
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E'en that.
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Hamlet.
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Let me see.[Takes the skull.]Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him,
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Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He
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hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred
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in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those
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lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes
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now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that
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were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your
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own grinning? Quite chap- fall'n? Now get you to my lady's
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chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this
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favour she must come. Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio,
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tell me one thing.
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Horatio.
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What's that, my lord?
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Hamlet.
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Dost thou think Alexander look'd o' this fashion i' th' earth?
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Horatio.
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E'en so.
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Hamlet.
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And smelt so? Pah!
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[Puts down the skull.]
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Horatio.
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E'en so, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not
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imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it
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stopping a bunghole?
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Horatio.
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'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
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enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus: Alexander died,
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Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is
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earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam(whereto he
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Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
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Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
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O, that that earth which kept the world in awe
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Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!
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But soft! but soft! aside! Here comes the King-
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Enter[priests with]a coffin[in funeral procession], King,
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[Queen, Laertes, with Lords attendant.]
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The Queen, the courtiers. Who is this they follow?
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And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken
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The corse they follow did with desp'rate hand
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Fordo it own life. 'Twas of some estate.
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Couch we awhile, and mark.
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Laertes.
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What ceremony else?
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That is Laertes,
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A very noble youth. Mark.
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Laertes.
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What ceremony else?
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Priest.
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Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd
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As we have warranty. Her death was doubtful;
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And, but that great command o'ersways the order,
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She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd
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Till the last trumpet. For charitable prayers,
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Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her.
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Yet here she is allow'd her virgin rites,
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Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home
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Of bell and burial.
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Laertes.
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Must there no more be done?
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Priest.
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No more be done.
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We should profane the service of the dead
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To sing a requiem and such rest to her
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As to peace-parted souls.
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Laertes.
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Lay her i' th' earth;
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And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
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May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
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A minist'ring angel shall my sister be
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When thou liest howling.
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Hamlet.
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What, the fair Ophelia?
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Gertrude.
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Sweets to the sweet! Farewell.
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[Scatters flowers.]
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I hop'd thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife;
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I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
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And not have strew'd thy grave.
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Laertes.
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O, treble woe
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Fall ten times treble on that cursed head
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Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
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Depriv'd thee of! Hold off the earth awhile,
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Till I have caught her once more in mine arms.
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[Leaps in the grave.]
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Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead
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Till of this flat a mountain you have made
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T' o'ertop old Pelion or the skyish head
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Of blue Olympus.
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[comes forward]What is he whose grief
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Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
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Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand
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Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
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Hamlet the Dane.[Leaps in after Laertes.]
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Laertes.
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The devil take thy soul!
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[Grapples with him.]
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Hamlet.
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Thou pray'st not well.
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I prithee take thy fingers from my throat;
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For, though I am not splenitive and rash,
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Yet have I in me something dangerous,
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Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand!
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Claudius.
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Pluck them asunder.
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Gertrude.
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Hamlet, Hamlet!
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All.
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Gentlemen!
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Horatio.
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Good my lord, be quiet.
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[The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave.]
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Hamlet.
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Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
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Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
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Gertrude.
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O my son, what theme?
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Hamlet.
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I lov'd Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers
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Could not(with all their quantity of love)
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Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
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Claudius.
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O, he is mad, Laertes.
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Gertrude.
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For love of God, forbear him!
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Hamlet.
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'Swounds, show me what thou't do.
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Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
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Woo't drink up esill? eat a crocodile?
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I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?
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To outface me with leaping in her grave?
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Be buried quick with her, and so will I.
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And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
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Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
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Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
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Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
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I'll rant as well as thou.
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Gertrude.
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This is mere madness;
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And thus a while the fit will work on him.
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Anon, as patient as the female dove
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When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,
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His silence will sit drooping.
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Hamlet.
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Hear you, sir!
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What is the reason that you use me thus?
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I lov'd you ever. But it is no matter.
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Let Hercules himself do what he may,
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The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
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Exit.
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Claudius.
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I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.
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[Exit Horatio.]
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[To Laertes]Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech.
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We'll put the matter to the present push.-
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Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.-
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This grave shall have a living monument.
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An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
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Till then in patience our proceeding be.
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Exeunt.
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2. Act V, Scene 2
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Elsinore. A hall in the Castle.
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Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
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2
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Hamlet.
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3
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So much for this, sir; now shall you see the other.
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You do remember all the circumstance?
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Horatio.
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Remember it, my lord!
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Hamlet.
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Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
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That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay
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Worse than the mutinies in the bilboes. Rashly-
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And prais'd be rashness for it; let us know,
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Our indiscretion sometime serves us well
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When our deep plots do pall; and that should learn us
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There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
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Rough-hew them how we will-
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Horatio.
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That is most certain.
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Hamlet.
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Up from my cabin,
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My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark
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Grop'd I to find out them; had my desire,
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Finger'd their packet, and in fine withdrew
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To mine own room again; making so bold
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(My fears forgetting manners)to unseal
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Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio
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(O royal knavery!), an exact command,
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Larded with many several sorts of reasons,
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Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,
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With, hoo! such bugs and goblins in my life-
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That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,
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No, not to stay the finding of the axe,
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My head should be struck off.
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Horatio.
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Is't possible?
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Hamlet.
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Here's the commission; read it at more leisure.
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But wilt thou bear me how I did proceed?
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Horatio.
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I beseech you.
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Hamlet.
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Being thus benetted round with villanies,
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Or I could make a prologue to my brains,
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They had begun the play. I sat me down;
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Devis'd a new commission; wrote it fair.
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I once did hold it, as our statists do,
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A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much
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How to forget that learning; but, sir, now
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It did me yeoman's service. Wilt thou know
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Th' effect of what I wrote?
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Horatio.
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Ay, good my lord.
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Hamlet.
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An earnest conjuration from the King,
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As England was his faithful tributary,
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As love between them like the palm might flourish,
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As peace should still her wheaten garland wear
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And stand a comma 'tween their amities,
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And many such-like as's of great charge,
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That, on the view and knowing of these contents,
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Without debatement further, more or less,
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He should the bearers put to sudden death,
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Not shriving time allow'd.
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Horatio.
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How was this seal'd?
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Hamlet.
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Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.
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I had my father's signet in my purse,
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Which was the model of that Danish seal;
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Folded the writ up in the form of th' other,
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Subscrib'd it, gave't th' impression, plac'd it safely,
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The changeling never known. Now, the next day
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Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent
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Thou know'st already.
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Horatio.
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So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.
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Hamlet.
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Why, man, they did make love to this employment!
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They are not near my conscience; their defeat
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Does by their own insinuation grow.
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'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
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Between the pass and fell incensed points
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Of mighty opposites.
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Horatio.
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Why, what a king is this!
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Hamlet.
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86
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Does it not, thinks't thee, stand me now upon-
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He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother;
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Popp'd in between th' election and my hopes;
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Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
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And with such coz'nage- is't not perfect conscience
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To quit him with this arm? And is't not to be damn'd
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To let this canker of our nature come
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In further evil?
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Horatio.
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It must be shortly known to him from England
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What is the issue of the business there.
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Hamlet.
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It will be short; the interim is mine,
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And a man's life is no more than to say 'one.'
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But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
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That to Laertes I forgot myself,
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For by the image of my cause I see
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The portraiture of his. I'll court his favours.
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But sure the bravery of his grief did put me
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Into a tow'ring passion.
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Horatio.
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Peace! Who comes here?
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Enter young Osric, a courtier.
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Osric.
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Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
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Hamlet.
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I humbly thank you, sir.[Aside to Horatio]Dost know this
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113
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waterfly?
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Horatio.
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[aside to Hamlet]No, my good lord.
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Hamlet.
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[aside to Horatio]Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a
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vice to know him. He hath much land, and fertile. Let a beast be
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lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the king's mess. 'Tis
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a chough; but, as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt.
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Osric.
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Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I should impart
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a thing to you from his Majesty.
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Hamlet.
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I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spirit. Put your
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bonnet to his right use. 'Tis for the head.
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Osric.
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I thank your lordship, it is very hot.
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Hamlet.
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No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.
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Osric.
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It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
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Hamlet.
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But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion.
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Osric.
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Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, as 'twere- I cannot
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137
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tell how. But, my lord, his Majesty bade me signify to you that
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138
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he has laid a great wager on your head. Sir, this is the matter-
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Hamlet.
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I beseech you remember.
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Nay, good my lord; for mine ease, in good faith. Sir, here is
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newly come to court Laertes; believe me, an absolute gentleman,
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full of most excellent differences, of very soft society and
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great showing. Indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card
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or calendar of gentry; for you shall find in him the continent of
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Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you; though, I
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know, to divide him inventorially would dozy th' arithmetic of
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memory, and yet but yaw neither in respect of his quick sail.
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article, and his infusion of such dearth and rareness as, to make
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true diction of him, his semblable is his mirror, and who else would trace him, his umbrage, nothing more.
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Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.
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The concernancy, sir? Why do we wrap the gentleman in our more
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Horatio.
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[aside to Hamlet]Is't not possible to understand in another
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tongue? You will do't, sir, really.
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What imports the nomination of this gentleman?
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Of Laertes?
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Horatio.
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[aside]His purse is empty already. All's golden words are
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spent.
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Of him, sir.
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I know you are not ignorant-
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I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did, it would not
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much approve me. Well, sir?
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You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is-
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I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in
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excellence; but to know a man well were to know himself.
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I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation laid on him
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by them, in his meed he's unfellowed.
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What's his weapon?
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Rapier and dagger.
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That's two of his weapons- but well.
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The King, sir, hath wager'd with him six Barbary horses;
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against the which he has impon'd, as I take it, six French
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rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, and
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so. Three of the carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy,
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very responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, and of
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very liberal conceit.
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What call you the carriages?
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[aside to Hamlet]I knew you must be edified by the margent
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ere you had done.
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The carriages, sir, are the hangers.
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The phrase would be more germane to the matter if we could
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carry cannon by our sides. I would it might be hangers till then.
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But on! Six Barbary horses against six French swords, their
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assigns, and three liberal-conceited carriages: that's the French
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bet against the Danish. Why is this all impon'd, as you call it?
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The King, sir, hath laid that, in a dozen passes between
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yourself and him, he shall not exceed you three hits; he hath
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laid on twelve for nine, and it would come to immediate trial
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if your lordship would vouchsafe the answer.
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How if I answer no?
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I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial.
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Sir, I will walk here in the hall. If it please his Majesty,
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it is the breathing time of day with me. Let the foils be
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brought, the gentleman willing, and the King hold his purpose,
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I will win for him if I can; if not, I will gain nothing but my
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shame and the odd hits.
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Shall I redeliver you e'en so?
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To this effect, sir, after what flourish your nature will.
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I commend my duty to your lordship.
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Yours, yours.[Exit Osric.]He does well to commend it
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himself; there are no tongues else for's turn.
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Horatio.
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This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.
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Hamlet.
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He did comply with his dug before he suck'd it. Thus has he,
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and many more of the same bevy that I know the drossy age dotes
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on, only got the tune of the time and outward habit of encounter-
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a kind of yesty collection, which carries them through and
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through the most fann'd and winnowed opinions; and do but blow
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them to their trial-the bubbles are out,
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Lord.
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My lord, his Majesty commended him to you by young Osric, who
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brings back to him, that you attend him in the hall. He sends to
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know if your pleasure hold to play with Laertes, or that you will
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take longer time.
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Hamlet.
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I am constant to my purposes; they follow the King's pleasure.
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If his fitness speaks, mine is ready; now or whensoever, provided
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I be so able as now.
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Lord.
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The King and Queen and all are coming down.
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Hamlet.
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In happy time.
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Lord.
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The Queen desires you to use some gentle entertainment to
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Laertes before you fall to play.
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Hamlet.
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She well instructs me.
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Horatio.
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You will lose this wager, my lord.
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Hamlet.
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I do not think so. Since he went into France I have been in
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continual practice. I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not
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think how ill all's here about my heart. But it is no matter.
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Horatio.
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Nay, good my lord—
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Hamlet.
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It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gaingiving as
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would perhaps trouble a woman.
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Horatio.
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If your mind dislike anything, obey it. I will forestall their
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repair hither and say you are not fit.
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Hamlet.
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Not a whit, we defy augury; there's a special providence in
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the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be
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not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come:
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the readiness is all. Since no man knows aught of what he leaves,
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what is't to leave betimes? Let be.
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Enter King, Queen, Laertes, Osric, and Lords, with other
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Attendants with foils and gauntlets.
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A table and flagons of wine on it.
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Claudius.
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Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
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[The King puts Laertes' hand into Hamlet's.]
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Hamlet.
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Give me your pardon, sir. I have done you wrong;
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But pardon't, as you are a gentleman.
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This presence knows,
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And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd
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With sore distraction. What I have done
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That might your nature, honour, and exception
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Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
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Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet.
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If Hamlet from himself be taken away,
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And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes,
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Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
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Who does it, then? His madness. If't be so,
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Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd;
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His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
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Sir, in this audience,
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Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil
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Free me so far in your most generous thoughts
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That I have shot my arrow o'er the house
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And hurt my brother.
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Laertes.
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I am satisfied in nature,
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Whose motive in this case should stir me most
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To my revenge. But in my terms of honour
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I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement
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Till by some elder masters of known honour
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I have a voice and precedent of peace
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To keep my name ungor'd. But till that time
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I do receive your offer'd love like love,
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And will not wrong it.
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Hamlet.
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I embrace it freely,
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And will this brother's wager frankly play.
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Give us the foils. Come on.
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Laertes.
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Come, one for me.
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Hamlet.
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I'll be your foil, Laertes. In mine ignorance
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Your skill shall, like a star i' th' darkest night,
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Stick fiery off indeed.
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Laertes.
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You mock me, sir.
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Hamlet.
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No, by this hand.
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Claudius.
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Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet,
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You know the wager?
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Hamlet.
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Very well, my lord.
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Your Grace has laid the odds o' th' weaker side.
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Claudius.
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I do not fear it, I have seen you both;
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But since he is better'd, we have therefore odds.
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Laertes.
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This is too heavy; let me see another.
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Hamlet.
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This likes me well. These foils have all a length?
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Prepare to play.
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Osric.
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Ay, my good lord.
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Claudius.
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Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.
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If Hamlet give the first or second hit,
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Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
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Let all the battlements their ordnance fire;
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The King shall drink to Hamlet's better breath,
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And in the cup an union shall he throw
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Richer than that which four successive kings
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In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups;
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And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
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The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
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The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,
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'Now the King drinks to Hamlet.' Come, begin.
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And you the judges, bear a wary eye.
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Hamlet.
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Come on, sir.
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Laertes.
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Come, my lord. They play.
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Hamlet.
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One.
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Laertes.
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No.
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Hamlet.
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376
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Judgment!
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Osric.
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A hit, a very palpable hit.
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Laertes.
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Well, again!
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Claudius.
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382
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Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine;
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Here's to thy health.
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[Drum; trumpets sound; a piece goes off [within].]
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Give him the cup.
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386
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Hamlet.
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387
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I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile.
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Come.[They play.]Another hit. What say you?
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Laertes.
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390
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A touch, a touch; I do confess't.
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Claudius.
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Our son shall win.
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Gertrude.
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394
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He's fat, and scant of breath.
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395
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Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows.
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The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
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Hamlet.
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398
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Good madam!
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Claudius.
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400
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Gertrude, do not drink.
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401
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Gertrude.
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402
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I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me. Drinks.
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403
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Claudius.
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404
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[aside]It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.
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405
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Hamlet.
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406
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I dare not drink yet, madam; by-and-by.
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407
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Gertrude.
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408
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Come, let me wipe thy face.
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409
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Laertes.
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410
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My lord, I'll hit him now.
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411
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Claudius.
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412
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I do not think't.
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413
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Laertes.
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414
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[aside]And yet it is almost against my conscience.
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415
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Hamlet.
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416
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Come for the third, Laertes! You but dally.
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417
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Pray you pass with your best violence;
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I am afeard you make a wanton of me.
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419
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Laertes.
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420
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Say you so? Come on. Play.
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Osric.
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422
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Nothing neither way.
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423
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Laertes.
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424
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Have at you now!
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425
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[Laertes wounds Hamlet; then] in scuffling, they change rapiers, [and Hamlet wounds Laertes].
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426
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Claudius.
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427
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Part them! They are incens'd.
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428
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Hamlet.
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429
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Nay come! again! The Queen falls.
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430
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Osric.
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431
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Look to the Queen there, ho!
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432
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Horatio.
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433
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They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?
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434
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Osric.
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435
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How is't, Laertes?
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436
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Laertes.
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437
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Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric.I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
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438
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Hamlet.
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439
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How does the Queen?
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440
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Claudius.
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441
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She sounds to see them bleed.
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442
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Gertrude.
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443
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No, no! the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet!
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444
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The drink, the drink! I am poison'd.[Dies.]
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445
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Hamlet.
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446
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O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd.
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447
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Treachery! Seek it out.
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448
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[Laertes falls.]
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449
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Laertes.
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450
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It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain;
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451
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No medicine in the world can do thee good.
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452
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In thee there is not half an hour of life.
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453
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The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
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454
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Unbated and envenom'd. The foul practice
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455
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Hath turn'd itself on me. Lo, here I lie,
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456
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Never to rise again. Thy mother's poison'd.
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457
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I can no more. The King, the King's to blame.
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458
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Hamlet.
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459
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The point envenom'd too?
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460
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Then, venom, to thy work. Hurts the King.
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461
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All.
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462
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Treason! treason!
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463
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Claudius.
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464
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O, yet defend me, friends! I am but hurt.
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465
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Hamlet.
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466
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Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane,
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467
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Drink off this potion! Is thy union here?
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468
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Follow my mother. King dies.
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469
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Laertes.
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470
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He is justly serv'd.
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471
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It is a poison temper'd by himself.
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472
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Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.
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473
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Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,
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474
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Nor thine on me! Dies.
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475
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Hamlet.
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476
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Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
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477
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I am dead, Horatio.
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478
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Wretched queen, adieu!
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479
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You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
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480
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That are but mutes or audience to this act,
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481
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Had I but time(as this fell sergeant, Death,
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482
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Is strict in his arrest)O, I could tell you-
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483
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But let it be. Horatio, I am dead;
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484
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Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright
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485
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To the unsatisfied.
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486
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Horatio.
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487
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Never believe it.
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488
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I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.
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489
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Here's yet some liquor left.
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490
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Hamlet.
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491
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As th'art a man,
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492
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Give me the cup. Let go! By heaven, I'll ha't.
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493
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O good Horatio, what a wounded name
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494
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(Things standing thus unknown)shall live behind me!
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495
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If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
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496
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Absent thee from felicity awhile,
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497
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And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
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498
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To tell my story.[March afar off, and shot within.]
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499
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What warlike noise is this?
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500
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Osric.
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501
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Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
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502
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To the ambassadors of England gives
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503
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This warlike volley.
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504
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Hamlet.
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505
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O, I die, Horatio!
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506
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The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit.
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507
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I cannot live to hear the news from England,
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508
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But I do prophesy th' election lights
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509
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On Fortinbras. He has my dying voice.
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510
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So tell him, with th' occurrents, more and less,
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511
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Which have solicited- the rest is silence. Dies.
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512
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Horatio.
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513
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Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
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514
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And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
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515
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[March within.]
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516
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Why does the drum come hither?
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517
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Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassadors, with Drum, Colours, and Attendants.
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518
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Fortinbras.
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519
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Where is this sight?
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520
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Horatio.
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521
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What is it you will see?
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522
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If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
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523
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Fortinbras.
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524
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This quarry cries on havoc. O proud Death,
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525
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What feast is toward in thine eternal cell
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526
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That thou so many princes at a shot
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527
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So bloodily hast struck.
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528
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Ambassador.
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529
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The sight is dismal;
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530
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And our affairs from England come too late.
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531
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The ears are senseless that should give us hearing
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532
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To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd
|
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533
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That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.
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534
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Where should we have our thanks?
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535
|
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Horatio.
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536
|
|
|
Not from his mouth,
|
|
537
|
|
|
Had it th' ability of life to thank you.
|
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538
|
|
|
He never gave commandment for their death.
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|
539
|
|
|
But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
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|
540
|
|
|
You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
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|
541
|
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|
Are here arriv'd, give order that these bodies
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|
542
|
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|
High on a stage be placed to the view;
|
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543
|
|
|
And let me speak to the yet unknowing world
|
|
544
|
|
|
How these things came about. So shall you hear
|
|
545
|
|
|
Of carnal, bloody and unnatural acts;
|
|
546
|
|
|
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters;
|
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547
|
|
|
Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause;
|
|
548
|
|
|
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
|
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549
|
|
|
Fall'n on th' inventors' heads. All this can I
|
|
550
|
|
|
Truly deliver.
|
|
551
|
|
|
Fortinbras.
|
|
552
|
|
|
Let us haste to hear it,
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553
|
|
|
And call the noblest to the audience.
|
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554
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|
|
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune.
|
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555
|
|
|
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom
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|
556
|
|
|
Which now, to claim my vantage doth invite me.
|
|
557
|
|
|
Horatio.
|
|
558
|
|
|
Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
|
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559
|
|
|
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more.
|
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560
|
|
|
But let this same be presently perform'd,
|
|
561
|
|
|
Even while men's minds are wild, lest more mischance
|
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562
|
|
|
On plots and errors happen.
|
|
563
|
|
|
Fortinbras.
|
|
564
|
|
|
Let four captains
|
|
565
|
|
|
Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage;
|
|
566
|
|
|
For he was likely, had he been put on,
|
|
567
|
|
|
To have prov'd most royally; and for his passage
|
|
568
|
|
|
The soldiers' music and the rites of war
|
|
569
|
|
|
Speak loudly for him.
|
|
570
|
|
|
Take up the bodies. Such a sight as this
|
|
571
|
|
|
Becomes the field but here shows much amiss.
|
|
572
|
|
|
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
|
| |
|
573
|
|
|
Exeunt marching; after the which a peal of ordnance are shot off.
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