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SCENE IV. The Queen's closet.
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Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE and POLONIUS
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LORD POLONIUS
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He will come straight. Look you lay home to him:
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Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
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And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between
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Much heat and him. I'll sconce me even here.
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Pray you, be round with him.
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HAMLET
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[Within] Mother, mother, mother!
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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I'll warrant you,
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Fear me not: withdraw, I hear him coming.
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POLONIUS hides behind the arras
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Enter HAMLET
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HAMLET
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Now, mother, what's the matter?
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
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HAMLET
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Mother, you have my father much offended.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
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HAMLET
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Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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Why, how now, Hamlet!
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HAMLET
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What's the matter now?
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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Have you forgot me?
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HAMLET
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No, by the rood, not so:
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You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife;
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And--would it were not so!--you are my mother.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.
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HAMLET
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Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge;
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You go not till I set you up a glass
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Where you may see the inmost part of you.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?
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Help, help, ho!
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LORD POLONIUS
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[Behind] What, ho! help, help, help!
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HAMLET
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[Drawing] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!
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Makes a pass through the arras
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LORD POLONIUS
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[Behind] O, I am slain!
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Falls and dies
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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O me, what hast thou done?
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HAMLET
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Nay, I know not:
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Is it the king?
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
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HAMLET
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A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,
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As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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As kill a king!
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HAMLET
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Ay, lady, 'twas my word.
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Lifts up the array and discovers POLONIUS
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Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
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I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune;
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Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
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Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down,
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And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
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If it be made of penetrable stuff,
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If damned custom have not brass'd it so
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That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue
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In noise so rude against me?
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HAMLET
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Such an act
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That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
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Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
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From the fair forehead of an innocent love
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And sets a blister there, makes marriage-vows
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As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed
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As from the body of contraction plucks
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The very soul, and sweet religion makes
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A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow:
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Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
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With tristful visage, as against the doom,
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Is thought-sick at the act.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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Ay me, what act,
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That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
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HAMLET
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Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
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The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
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See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
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Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
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An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
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A station like the herald Mercury
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New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
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A combination and a form indeed,
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Where every god did seem to set his seal,
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To give the world assurance of a man:
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This was your husband. Look you now, what follows:
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Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,
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Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
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Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
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And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
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You cannot call it love; for at your age
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The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
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And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment
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Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have,
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Else could you not have motion; but sure, that sense
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Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err,
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Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
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But it reserved some quantity of choice,
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To serve in such a difference. What devil was't
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That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
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Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
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Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
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Or but a sickly part of one true sense
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Could not so mope.
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O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
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If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
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To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
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And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
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When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
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Since frost itself as actively doth burn
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And reason panders will.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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O Hamlet, speak no more:
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Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
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And there I see such black and grained spots
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As will not leave their tinct.
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HAMLET
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Nay, but to live
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In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
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Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
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Over the nasty sty,--
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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O, speak to me no more;
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These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears;
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No more, sweet Hamlet!
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HAMLET
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A murderer and a villain;
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A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
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Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings;
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A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
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That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
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And put it in his pocket!
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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No more!
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HAMLET
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A king of shreds and patches,--
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Enter Ghost
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Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
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You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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Alas, he's mad!
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HAMLET
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Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
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That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by
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The important acting of your dread command? O, say!
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Ghost
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Do not forget: this visitation
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Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
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But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:
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O, step between her and her fighting soul:
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Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works:
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Speak to her, Hamlet.
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HAMLET
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How is it with you, lady?
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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Alas, how is't with you,
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That you do bend your eye on vacancy
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And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
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Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
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And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
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Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,
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Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son,
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Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
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Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?
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HAMLET
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On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares!
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His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
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Would make them capable. Do not look upon me;
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Lest with this piteous action you convert
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My stern effects: then what I have to do
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Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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To whom do you speak this?
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HAMLET
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Do you see nothing there?
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.
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HAMLET
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Nor did you nothing hear?
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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No, nothing but ourselves.
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HAMLET
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Why, look you there! look, how it steals away!
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My father, in his habit as he lived!
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Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal!
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Exit Ghost
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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This the very coinage of your brain:
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This bodiless creation ecstasy
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Is very cunning in.
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HAMLET
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Ecstasy!
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My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
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And makes as healthful music: it is not madness
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That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,
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And I the matter will re-word; which madness
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Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
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Lay not that mattering unction to your soul,
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That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:
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It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
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Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
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Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
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Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
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And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
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To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
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For in the fatness of these pursy times
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Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
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Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
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HAMLET
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O, throw away the worser part of it,
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And live the purer with the other half.
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Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed;
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Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
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That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
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Of habits devil, is angel yet in this,
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That to the use of actions fair and good
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He likewise gives a frock or livery,
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That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night,
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And that shall lend a kind of easiness
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To the next abstinence: the next more easy;
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For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
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And either [ ] the devil, or throw him out
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With wondrous potency. Once more, good night:
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And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
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I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,
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Pointing to POLONIUS
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I do repent: but heaven hath pleased it so,
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To punish me with this and this with me,
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That I must be their scourge and minister.
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I will bestow him, and will answer well
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The death I gave him. So, again, good night.
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I must be cruel, only to be kind:
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Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.
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One word more, good lady.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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What shall I do?
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HAMLET
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Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
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Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
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Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
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And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
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Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
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Make you to ravel all this matter out,
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That I essentially am not in madness,
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But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know;
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For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
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Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
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Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?
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No, in despite of sense and secrecy,
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Unpeg the basket on the house's top.
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Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape,
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To try conclusions, in the basket creep,
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And break your own neck down.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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Be thou assured, if words be made of breath,
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And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
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What thou hast said to me.
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HAMLET
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I must to England; you know that?
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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Alack,
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I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on.
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HAMLET
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There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,
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Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
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They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
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And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
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For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
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Hoist with his own petard: and 't shall go hard
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But I will delve one yard below their mines,
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And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet,
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When in one line two crafts directly meet.
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This man shall set me packing:
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I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
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Mother, good night. Indeed this counsellor
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Is now most still, most secret and most grave,
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Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
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Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
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Good night, mother.
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Exeunt severally; HAMLET dragging in POLONIUS
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