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108 Cards in this Set
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A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets; |
Horatio
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We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence; For it is as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery |
Marcellus
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But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill. |
Horatio
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Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
The memory be green, . . . Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature That we with wisest sorrow think on him Together with remembrance of ourselves. |
Claudius
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The head is not more native to the heart,
The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. |
Claudius
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A little more than kin, and less than kind!
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Hamlet
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Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, 270
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Thou know'st 'tis common. All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. |
Gertrude
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tell me he that knows,
Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon And foreign mart for implements of war; Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day |
Marcellus
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Ay, madam, it is common.
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Hamlet
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'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
To give these mourning duties to your father; But you must know, your father lost a father; That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound In filial obligation for some term To do obsequious sorrow. |
Claudius
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We pray you throw to earth
This unprevailing woe, and think of us As of a father; |
Claudius
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I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
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Hamlet
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This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet
Sits smiling to my heart; |
Claudius
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How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world! |
Hamlet
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15) It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue |
Hamlet
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My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
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Horatio
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16) I prithee do not mock me, fellow student.
I think it was to see my mother's wedding. |
Hamlet
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17) Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. |
Hamlet
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Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. |
Hamlet
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Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain
If with too credent ear you list his songs, |
Laertes
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Do not as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own rede. |
Ophelia
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This above all- to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. |
Polonius
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Ay, springes to catch woodcocks! I do know,
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. |
Polonius
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, it is a custom
More honour'd in the breach than the observance. |
Hamlet
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My fate cries out
And makes each petty artire in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. |
Hamlet
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I am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away. |
Father's Ghost
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Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge |
Hamlet
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The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown. |
Father Ghost
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Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd; Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhous'led, disappointed, unanel'd, No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. |
Father Ghost
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Hold, hold, my heart!
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. |
Hamlet
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. |
Hamlet
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our bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth;
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, With windlasses and with assays of bias, By indirections find directions out |
Polonius
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This is the very ecstasy of love,
Whose violent property fordoes itself And leads the will to desperate undertakings As oft as any passion under heaven |
Polonius
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Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you,
And sure I am two men there are not living To whom he more adheres. |
Gertrude
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I doubt it is no other but the main,
His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage. |
Gertrude
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My liege, and madam, to expostulate
What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night is night, and time is time. Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief. |
Polonius
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You are a fishmonger.
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Hamlet
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Nay then, I have an eye of you.- If you love me, hold not off.
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Hamlet
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it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the
air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire- why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. |
Hamlet
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Polonius
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O what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That, from her working, all his visage wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba! |
Hamlet
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I'll have grounds
More relative than this. The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King. |
Hamlet
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To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer 1750 The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. |
Hamlet
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For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? |
Hamlet
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And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. |
Hamlet
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My lord, I have remembrances of yours
That I have longed long to re-deliver. I pray you, now receive them. |
Ophelia
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Get thee to a nunnery! Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?
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Hamlet
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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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Hamlet
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O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
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Ophelia
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It shall be so.
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go |
Claudius
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For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died
within 's two hours. |
Hamlet
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-'Tis brief, my lord.
-As woman's love. |
Ophelia/Hamlet
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None wed the second but who killed the first.
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Player Queen
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The lady doth protest too much, methinks
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Gertrude
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Give me some light! Away!
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Claudius
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When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on. |
Hamlet
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It is a massy wheel,
Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which when it falls, Each small annexment, petty consequence, Attends the boist'rous ruin. |
Rosencratz
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O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, A brother's murther! |
Claudius
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Help, angels! Make assay.
Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! All may be well. |
Claudius
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Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent.
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Hamlet
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When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage;
Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed; At gaming, swearing, or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't- 2375 Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, And that his soul may be as damn'd and black As hell, whereto it goes. |
Hamlet
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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go
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Claudius
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-Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
-Mother, you have my father much offended. |
Gertrude/Hamlet
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You shall not budge;
You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. |
Hamlet
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How now? a rat? Dead for a ducat, dead!
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Hamlet
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Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows As false as dicers' oaths. |
Hamlet
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Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? |
Hamlet
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Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul,
And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct. |
Gertrude
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O, speak to me no more!
These words like daggers enter in mine ears |
Gertrude
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Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by Th' important acting of your dread command? |
Hamlet
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This visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. |
Father Ghost
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for love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul That not your trespass but my madness speaks. |
Hamlet
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-thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
-O, throw away the worser part of it, And live the purer with the other half, |
Gertrude/Hamlet
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Let it work; For 'tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar; and 't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon. |
Hamlet
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Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.
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Hamlet
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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 of a king? |
Hamlet
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Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and
we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service- two dishes, but to one table. |
Hamlet
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O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! |
Hamlet
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hey say the owl was a baker's daughter.
Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table! |
Ophelia
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O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
All from her father's death. |
Claudius
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That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard;
Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot Even here between the chaste unsmirched brows Of my true mother. |
Laertes
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O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye! |
Laertes
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Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, It could not move thus.
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Laertes
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To cut his throat i' th' church!
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Laertes
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One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow. Your sister's drown'd, Laertes. |
Gertrude
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Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears; |
Laertes
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-Whose grave's this, sirrah?
-Mine, sir. |
Hamlet/Gravedigger
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Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He
hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! |
Hamlet
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Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. O, that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw! |
Hamlet
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Must there no more be done?
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Laertes
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I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And not have strew'd thy grave.
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Gertrude
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Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead
Till of this flat a mountain you have made 3590 T' o'ertop old Pelion or the skyish head Of blue Olympus. |
Laertes
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Be buried quick with her, and so will I.
And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, 3625 Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart! |
Hamlet
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What is the reason that you use me thus? I lov'd you ever.
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Hamlet
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So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.
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Horatio
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Sir, in this audience,
Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil Free me so far in your most generous thoughts That I have shot my arrow o'er the house And hurt my brother. |
Hamlet
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Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows.
The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet. |
Gertrude
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And yet it is almost against my conscience.
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Laertes
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Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric.I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
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Laertes
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The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
Unbated and envenom'd. The foul practice Hath turn'd itself on me. Lo, here I lie, Never to rise again. |
Laertes
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Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, Nor thine on me! |
Laertes
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102) Never believe it.
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane. Here's yet some liquor left. |
Horatio
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If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. |
Hamlet
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the rest is silence
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Hamlet
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Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! |
Horatio
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Let us haste to hear it,
And call the noblest to the audience. For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune. |
Fortinbras
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Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage; For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have prov'd most royally; |
Fortinbras
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Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
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Fortinbras
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