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SCENE II. A hall in the castle.
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Enter HAMLET and HORATIO
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HAMLET
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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 mutines in the bilboes. Rashly,
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And praised be rashness for it, let us know,
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Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,
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When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach 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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Groped 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, ho! 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 grinding 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 hear 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 be-netted round with villanies,--
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Ere 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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Devised 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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The 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 stiff her wheaten garland wear
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And stand a comma 'tween their amities,
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And many such-like 'As'es 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 form of the other,
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Subscribed it, gave't the impression, placed 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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Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon--
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He that hath kill'd my king and whored my mother,
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Popp'd in between the election and my hopes,
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Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
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And with such cozenage--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's 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 towering passion.
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HORATIO
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Peace! who comes here?
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Enter OSRIC
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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. Dost know this water-fly?
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HORATIO
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No, my good lord.
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HAMLET
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Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to
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know him. He hath much land, and fertile: let a
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beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at
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the king's mess: 'tis a chough; but, as I say,
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spacious in the possession of dirt.
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OSRIC
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Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I
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should impart 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
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spirit. Put your 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
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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
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complexion.
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OSRIC
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Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,--as
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'twere,--I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his
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majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a
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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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HAMLET moves him to put on his hat
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OSRIC
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Nay, good my lord; for mine ease, in good faith.
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Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes; believe
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me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent
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differences, of very soft society and great showing:
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indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or
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calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the
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continent of what part a gentleman would see.
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HAMLET
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Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you;
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though, I know, to divide him inventorially would
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dizzy the arithmetic of memory, and yet but yaw
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neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the
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verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of
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great article; and his infusion of such dearth and
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rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his
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semblable is his mirror; and who else would trace
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him, his umbrage, nothing more.
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OSRIC
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Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.
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HAMLET
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The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the gentleman
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in our more rawer breath?
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OSRIC
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Sir?
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HORATIO
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Is't not possible to understand in another tongue?
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You will do't, sir, really.
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HAMLET
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What imports the nomination of this gentleman?
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OSRIC
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Of Laertes?
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HORATIO
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His purse is empty already; all's golden words are spent.
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HAMLET
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Of him, sir.
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OSRIC
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I know you are not ignorant--
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HAMLET
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I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did,
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it would not much approve me. Well, sir?
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OSRIC
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You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is--
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HAMLET
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I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with
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him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to
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know himself.
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OSRIC
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I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation
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laid on him by them, in his meed he's unfellowed.
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HAMLET
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What's his weapon?
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OSRIC
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Rapier and dagger.
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HAMLET
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That's two of his weapons: but, well.
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OSRIC
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The king, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary
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horses: against the which he has imponed, as I take
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it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their
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assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so: three of the
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carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very
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responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages,
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and of very liberal conceit.
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HAMLET
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What call you the carriages?
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HORATIO
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I knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had done.
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OSRIC
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The carriages, sir, are the hangers.
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HAMLET
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The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we
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could carry cannon by our sides: I would it might
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be hangers till then. But, on: six Barbary horses
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against six French swords, their assigns, and three
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liberal-conceited carriages; that's the French bet
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against the Danish. Why is this 'imponed,' as you call it?
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OSRIC
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The king, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen passes
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between yourself and him, he shall not exceed you
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three hits: he hath laid on twelve for nine; and it
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would come to immediate trial, if your lordship
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would vouchsafe the answer.
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HAMLET
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How if I answer 'no'?
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OSRIC
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I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial.
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HAMLET
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Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please his
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majesty, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let
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the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the
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king hold his purpose, I will win for him an I can;
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if not, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits.
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OSRIC
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Shall I re-deliver you e'en so?
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HAMLET
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To this effect, sir; after what flourish your nature will.
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OSRIC
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I commend my duty to your lordship.
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HAMLET
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Yours, yours.
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Exit OSRIC
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He does well to commend it himself; there are no
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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 sucked it.
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Thus has he--and many more of the same bevy that I
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know the dressy age dotes on--only got the tune of
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the time and outward habit of encounter; a kind of
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yesty collection, which carries them through and
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through the most fond and winnowed opinions; and do
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but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out.
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Enter a Lord
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Lord
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My lord, his majesty commended him to you by young
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Osric, who brings back to him that you attend him in
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the hall: he sends to know if your pleasure hold to
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play with Laertes, or that you will take longer time.
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HAMLET
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I am constant to my purpose; they follow the king's
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pleasure: if his fitness speaks, mine is ready; now
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or whensoever, provided 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
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entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play.
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HAMLET
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She well instructs me.
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Exit Lord
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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
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have been in continual practise: I shall win at the
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odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here
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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
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gain-giving, as would perhaps trouble a woman.
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HORATIO
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If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will
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forestall their repair hither, and say you are not
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fit.
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HAMLET
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Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special
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providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,
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'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be
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now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the
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readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he
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leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
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Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, LAERTES, Lords, OSRIC, and Attendants with foils, & c
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KING CLAUDIUS
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Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
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KING CLAUDIUS puts LAERTES' hand into HAMLET's
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HAMLET
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Give me your pardon, sir: I've 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 ta'en 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 purposed evil
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Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,
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That I have shot mine 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 ungored. 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' the 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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KING 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 hath laid the odds o' the weaker side.
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KING 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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They prepare to play
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OSRIC
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Ay, my good lord.
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KING CLAUDIUS
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Set me the stoops 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 heavens to earth,
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'Now the king dunks 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.
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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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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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KING CLAUDIUS
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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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Trumpets sound, and cannon shot off within
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Give him the cup.
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HAMLET
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I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile. Come.
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They play
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Another hit; what say you?
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LAERTES
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A touch, a touch, I do confess.
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KING CLAUDIUS
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Our son shall win.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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He's fat, and scant of breath.
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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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Good madam!
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KING CLAUDIUS
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Gertrude, do not drink.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.
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KING CLAUDIUS
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[Aside] It is the poison'd cup: it is too late.
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HAMLET
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I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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Come, let me wipe thy face.
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LAERTES
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My lord, I'll hit him now.
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KING CLAUDIUS
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I do not think't.
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LAERTES
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[Aside] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.
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HAMLET
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Come, for the third, Laertes: you but dally;
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I pray you, pass with your best violence;
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I am afeard you make a wanton of me.
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LAERTES
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Say you so? come on.
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They play
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OSRIC
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Nothing, neither way.
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LAERTES
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Have at you now!
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LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then in scuffling, they change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES
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KING CLAUDIUS
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Part them; they are incensed.
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HAMLET
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Nay, come, again.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE falls
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OSRIC
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Look to the queen there, ho!
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HORATIO
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They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?
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OSRIC
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How is't, Laertes?
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LAERTES
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Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric;
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I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
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HAMLET
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How does the queen?
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KING CLAUDIUS
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She swounds to see them bleed.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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No, no, the drink, the drink,--O my dear Hamlet,--
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The drink, the drink! I am poison'd.
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Dies
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HAMLET
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O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd:
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Treachery! Seek it out.
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LAERTES
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It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain;
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No medicine in the world can do thee good;
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In thee there is not half an hour of life;
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The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
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Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practise
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Hath turn'd itself on me lo, here I lie,
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Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd:
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I can no more: the king, the king's to blame.
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HAMLET
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The point!--envenom'd too!
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Then, venom, to thy work.
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Stabs KING CLAUDIUS
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All
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Treason! treason!
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KING CLAUDIUS
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O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt.
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HAMLET
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Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,
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Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?
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Follow my mother.
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KING CLAUDIUS dies
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LAERTES
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He is justly served;
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It is a poison temper'd by himself.
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Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:
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Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,
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Nor thine on me.
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Dies
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HAMLET
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Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
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I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu!
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You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
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That are but mutes or audience to this act,
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Had I but time--as this fell sergeant, death,
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Is strict in his arrest--O, I could tell you--
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But let it be. Horatio, I am dead;
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Thou livest; report me and my cause aright
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To the unsatisfied.
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HORATIO
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Never believe it:
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I am more an antique Roman than a Dane:
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Here's yet some liquor left.
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HAMLET
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As thou'rt a man,
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Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't.
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O good Horatio, what a wounded name,
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Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!
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If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart
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Absent thee from felicity awhile,
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And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
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To tell my story.
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March afar off, and shot within
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What warlike noise is this?
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OSRIC
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Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
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To the ambassadors of England gives
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This warlike volley.
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HAMLET
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O, I die, Horatio;
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The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit:
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I cannot live to hear the news from England;
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But I do prophesy the election lights
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On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice;
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So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
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Which have solicited. The rest is silence.
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Dies
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HORATIO
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Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:
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And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
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Why does the drum come hither?
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March within
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Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and others
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PRINCE FORTINBRAS
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Where is this sight?
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HORATIO
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What is it ye would see?
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If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
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PRINCE FORTINBRAS
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This quarry cries on havoc. O proud death,
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What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
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That thou so many princes at a shot
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So bloodily hast struck?
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First Ambassador
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The sight is dismal;
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And our affairs from England come too late:
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The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,
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To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd,
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That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead:
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Where should we have our thanks?
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HORATIO
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Not from his mouth,
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Had it the ability of life to thank you:
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He never gave commandment for their death.
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But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
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You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
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Are here arrived give order that these bodies
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High on a stage be placed to the view;
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And let me speak to the yet unknowing world
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How these things came about: so shall you hear
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Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
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Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
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Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause,
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And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
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Fall'n on the inventors' reads: all this can I
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Truly deliver.
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PRINCE FORTINBRAS
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Let us haste to hear it,
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And call the noblest to the audience.
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For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune:
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I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
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Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.
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HORATIO
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Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
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And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more;
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But let this same be presently perform'd,
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Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance
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On plots and errors, happen.
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PRINCE FORTINBRAS
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Let four captains
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Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
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For he was likely, had he been put on,
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To have proved most royally: and, for his passage,
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The soldiers' music and the rites of war
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Speak loudly for him.
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Take up the bodies: such a sight as this
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Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
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Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
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A dead march. Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which a peal of ordnance is shot off
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