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LAERTES:
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The devil take thy soul!
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LAERTES:
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The devil take your soul!
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HAMLET:
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Thou pray'st not well.
I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat;
For, though I am not splenitive and rash,(260)
Yet have I in me something dangerous,
Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand!
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HAMLET:
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You don’t pray well.
I beg you, take your fingers from my throat,
For, although I am not impatient and rash,
I still have something dangerous in me,
Which you should fear. Take away your hand!
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KING:
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Pluck them asunder.
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KING:
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Separate them.
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QUEEN:
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Hamlet, Hamlet!
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QUEEN:
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Hamlet! Hamlet!
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ALL:
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Gentlemen!(265)
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ALL:
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Gentlemen!
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HORATIO:
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Good my lord, be quiet.
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HORATIO:
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My good lord, be quiet.
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HAMLET:
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Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
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HAMLET:
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Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
Until my eyelids will no longer blink.
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QUEEN:
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O my son, what theme?
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QUEEN:
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O my son, what theme?
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HAMLET:
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I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers(270)
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
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HAMLET:
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I loved Ophelia! Forty thousand brothers
Couldn’t, even with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum. What will you do for her?
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KING:
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O, he is mad, Laertes.
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KING:
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O, he is crazy, Laertes.
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QUEEN:
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For love of God, forbear him!
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QUEEN:
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For love of God, leave him alone!
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HAMLET:
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'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do.(275)
Woo't weep, woo't fight, woo't fast, woo't tear thyself?
Woo't drink up eisel, eat a crocodile?
I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine,
To outface me with leaping in her grave?
Be buried quick with her, and so will I.(280)
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
I'll rant as well as thou.(285)
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HAMLET:
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God’s wounds, show me what you'll do.
You’ll weep? You’ll fight? You’ll fast? You’ll tear yourself?
You’ll drink up vinegar? Eat a crocodile?
I’ll do it. Do you come here to whine?
To outdo me with leaping in her grave?
Be buried quickly with her, and so will I.
And, if you babble about mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us, until our ground,
Singeing his head against the burning sun,
Make the highest mountain like a wart! No, if you’ll
Speak, I’ll rant as well as you.
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QUEEN:
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This is mere madness;
And thus awhile the fit will work on him.
Anon, as patient as the female dove
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will sit drooping.(290)
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QUEEN:
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This is only craziness.
And like this, the fit will work on him a while.
Eventually, as patient as the female dove
When that her golden twins are discovered,
His silence will sit drooping.
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HAMLET:
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Hear you, sir!
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I loved you ever. But it is no matter.
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.(295)
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HAMLET:
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Listen, sir,
What is the reason that you use me this way?
I always loved you. But it’s not important.
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew and every dog will have his day.
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[Exit.]
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KING:
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I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.
[Exit Horatio.]
Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech.
We'll put the matter to the present push.—
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.
This grave shall have a living monument.(300)
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
Till then, in patience our proceeding be.
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KING:
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I beg you, good Horatio, look after him
Strengthen your patience in our talk last night,
We'll put the matter to the present circumstances.
Good Gertrude, put a guard over your son.
This grave shall have a living monument.
Soon, we shall see an hour of quiet.
Until then, our actions will be in patience.
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Exeunt.
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