[aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind!
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Not so, my lord. I am too much i' th' sun.
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Ay, madam, it is common.
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Seems, madam, Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.'
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,.
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I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
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O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!.
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I am glad to see you well.
Horatio!- or I do forget myself.
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Sir, my good friend- I'll change that name with you.
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?.
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I am very glad to see you.- [To Bernardo] Good even, sir.-
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
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I would not hear your enemy say so,
Nor shall you do my ear that violence.
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I prithee do not mock me, fellow student.
I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
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Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables..
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In my mind's eye, Horatio.
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He was a man, take him for all in all.
I shall not look upon his like again.
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The King my father?
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For God's love let me hear!
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But where was this?
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Did you not speak to it?
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'Tis very strange.
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Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me.
Hold you the watch to-night?
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From top to toe?
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Then saw you not his face?
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What, look'd he frowningly.
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And fix'd his eyes upon you?
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I would I had been there.
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Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?
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His beard was grizzled- no?
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I will watch to-night.
Perchance 'twill walk again.
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If it assume my noble father's person,
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape.
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Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.
[Exeunt [all but Hamlet].].
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The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
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The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
Keeps wassail, and the swagg'ring upspring reels,.
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Ay, marry, is't;
But to my mind, though I am native here.
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Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,.
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It will not speak. Then will I follow it.
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Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life at a pin's fee;.
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It waves me still.
Go on. I'll follow thee.
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Hold off your hands!
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My fate cries out
And makes each petty artire in this body.
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Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak! I'll go no further.
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Alas, poor ghost!
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Speak. I am bound to hear.
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Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation or the thoughts of love,.
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O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
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O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
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O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?
And shall I couple hell? Hold, hold, my heart!.
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Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come.
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No, you will reveal it.
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How say you then? Would heart of man once think it?
But you'll be secret?
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There's neer a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant knave.
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Why, right! You are in the right!
And so, without more circumstance at all,.
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I am sorry they offend you, heartily;
Yes, faith, heartily.
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Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
And much offence too. Touching this vision here,.
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Never make known what you have seen to-night.
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Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
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Aha boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny?
Come on! You hear this fellow in the cellarage..
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Never to speak of this that you have seen.
Swear by my sword.
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Hic et ubique? Then we'll shift our ground.
Come hither, gentlemen,.
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Well said, old mole! Canst work i' th' earth so fast?
A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends."
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And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,.
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Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen,
With all my love I do commend me to you;.
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Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
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Then I would you were so honest a man.
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Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man
pick'd out of ten thousand.
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For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god
kissing carrion- Have you a daughter?
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Let her not walk i' th' sun. Conception is a blessing, but not
as your daughter may conceive. Friend, look to't.
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Words, words, words.
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Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men
have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes.
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You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more
willingly part withal- except my life, except my life, except my.
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These tedious old fools!
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My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah,
Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
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Nor the soles of her shoe?
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Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her
favours?
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In the secret parts of Fortune? O! most true! she is a
strumpet. What news ?
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Then is doomsday near! But your news is not true. Let me
question more in particular. What have you, my good friends,.
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Denmark's a prison.
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A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and
dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst.
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Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good
or bad but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.
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O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a
king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
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A dream itself is but a shadow.
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Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch'd
heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to th' court? for, by my.
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No such matter! I will not sort you with the rest of my
servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I am most.
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Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you;
and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were.
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Why, anything- but to th' purpose. You were sent for; and
there is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties.
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That you must teach me. But let me conjure you by the rights
of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the.
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[aside] Nay then, I have an eye of you.- If you love me, hold
not off.
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I will tell you why. So shall my anticipation prevent your
discovery, and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no.
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Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'?
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He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall
have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and.
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How chances it they travel? Their residence, both in
reputation and profit, was better both ways.
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Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the
city? Are they so follow'd?
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How comes it? Do they grow rusty?
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What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they
escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can.
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Do the boys carry it away?
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It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and
those that would make mows at him while my father lived give.
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Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come! Th'
appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony. Let me comply.
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I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I
know a hawk from a handsaw.
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Hark you, Guildenstern- and you too- at each ear a hearer!
That great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling.
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I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players. Mark it.-
You say right, sir; a Monday morning; twas so indeed.
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My lord, I have news to tell you. When Roscius was an actor in Rome-
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Then came each actor on his ass-
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O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!
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Why,
'One fair daughter, and no more,.
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Am I not i' th' right, old Jephthah?
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Nay, that follows not.
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Why,
'As by lot, God wot,'.
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I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted;
or if it was, not above once; for the play, I remember, pleas'd.
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It shall to the barber's, with your beard.- Prithee say on.
He's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. Say on; come to.
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'The mobled queen'?
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'Tis well. I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.-
Good my lord, will you see the players well bestow'd? Do you.
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God's bodykins, man, much better! Use every man after his
desert, and who should scape whipping? Use them after your own.
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Follow him, friends. We'll hear a play to-morrow.
[Exeunt Polonius and Players [except the First].].
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We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a
speech of some dozen or sixteen lines which I would set down and.
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Very well. Follow that lord- and look you mock him not.
[Exit First Player.].
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Ay, so, God b' wi' ye!
[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern].
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To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer.
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I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
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No, not I!
I never gave you aught.
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Ha, ha! Are you honest?
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That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no
discourse to your beauty.
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Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform
honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can.
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You should not have believ'd me; for virtue cannot so
inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you.
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Get thee to a nunnery! Why wouldst thou be a breeder of
sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse.
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Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool
nowhere but in's own house. Farewell.
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If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry:
be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape.
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I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath
given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you.
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Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you,
trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our.
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Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your
tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with.
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O, reform it altogether! And let those that play your clowns
speak no more than is set down for them. For there be of them.
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Bid the players make haste, [Exit Polonius.] Will you two
help to hasten them?
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What, ho, Horatio!
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Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.
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Nay, do not think I flatter;
For what advancement may I hope from thee,.
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They are coming to the play. I must be idle.
Get you a place.
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Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish. I eat the air,
promise-cramm'd. You cannot feed capons so.
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No, nor mine now. [To Polonius] My lord, you play'd once
i' th' university, you say?
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What did you enact?
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It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. Be
the players ready.
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No, good mother. Here's metal more attractive.
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Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
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I mean, my head upon your lap?
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Do you think I meant country matters?
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That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
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O God, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry?
For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died.
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So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a
suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten.
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Marry, this is miching malhecho; it means mischief.
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We shall know by this fellow. The players cannot keep counsel;
they'll tell all.
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Ay, or any show that you'll show him. Be not you asham'd to
show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means.
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Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
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[aside] Wormwood, wormwood!
Queen. The instances that second marriage move.
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If she should break it now!
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Madam, how like you this play?
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O, but she'll keep her word.
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No, no! They do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i' th'
world.
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'The Mousetrap.' Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the
image of a murther done in Vienna. Gonzago is the duke's name;.
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I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see
the puppets dallying.
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It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.
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So you must take your husbands.- Begin, murtherer. Pox, leave
thy damnable faces, and begin! Come, the croaking raven doth.
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He poisons him i' th' garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago.
The story is extant, and written in very choice Italian. You.
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What, frighted with false fire?
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Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;.
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A whole one I!
For thou dost know, O Damon dear,.
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O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand
pound! Didst perceive?
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Upon the talk of the poisoning?
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Aha! Come, some music! Come, the recorders!
For if the King like not the comedy,.
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Sir, a whole history.
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Ay, sir, what of him?
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Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to
the doctor; for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps.
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I am tame, sir; pronounce.
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You are welcome.
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Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseas'd. But, sir, such
answer as I can make, you shall command; or rather, as you say,.
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O wonderful son, that can so stonish a mother! But is there no
sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration? Impart.
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We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any
further trade with us?
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And do still, by these pickers and stealers!
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Sir, I lack advancement.
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Ay, sir, but 'while the grass grows'- the proverb is something
musty..
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I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?
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I do beseech you.
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It is as easy as lying. Govern these ventages with your
fingers and thumbs, give it breath with your mouth, and it will.
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Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You
would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would.
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Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
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Methinks it is like a weasel.
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Or like a whale.
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Then will I come to my mother by-and-by.- They fool me to the
top of my bent.- I will come by-and-by.
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'By-and-by' is easily said.- Leave me, friends.
[Exeunt all but Hamlet.].
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Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven,.
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[within] Mother, mother, mother!
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Now, mother, what's the matter?
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Mother, you have my father much offended.
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Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
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What's the matter now?
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No, by the rood, not so!
You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife,.
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Come, come, and sit you down. You shall not budge;
You go not till I set you up a glass.
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[draws] How now? a rat? Dead for a ducat, dead!
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Nay, I know not. Is it the King?
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A bloody deed- almost as bad, good mother,
As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
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Ay, lady, it was my word.
[Lifts up the arras and sees Polonius.].
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Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;.
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Look here upon th's picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers..
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Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,.
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A murtherer and a villain!
A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe.
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A king of shreds and patches!-
Save me and hover o'er me with your wings,.
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Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by.
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How is it with you, lady?
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On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares!
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,.
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Do you see nothing there?
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Nor did you nothing hear?
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Why, look you there! Look how it steals away!
My father, in his habit as he liv'd!.
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Ecstasy?
My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time.
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O, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half,.
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Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed;.
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I must to England; you know that?
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There's letters seal'd; and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,.
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But soft! What noise? Who calls on Hamlet? O, here they
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Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.
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Do not believe it.
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That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be
demanded of a sponge, what replication should be made by the son.
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Ay, sir; that soaks up the King's countenance, his rewards,
his authorities. But such officers do the King best service in.
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I am glad of it. A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
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The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body.
The King is a thing-
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Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.
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Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain
convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your.
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A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat
of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
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Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through
the guts of a beggar.
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In heaven. Send thither to see. If your messenger find him not
there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But indeed, if you.
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He will stay till you come.