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ALL:

Our duty to your honour.

ALL:

Our duty to your honor.

Exeunt [all but Hamlet.]

HAMLET:

Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.
My father's spirit in arms! All is not well.
I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come.(275)
Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

HAMLET:

Your loyalty, as mine to you. Goodbye.
My father's spirit in arms! All is not well,
I suspect some foul play. I wish the night were here now!
Until then, sit still, my soul. Wicked deeds will rise to be
Seen even if they are buried very deep in the earth.

Exit.