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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:22:32 GMT
OPHELIA
Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:22:56 GMT
HAMLET
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 yet? Then there's
hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half
a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches,
then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with
the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is 'For, O, for, O,
the hobby-horse is forgot.'
Hautboys play. The dumb-show enters
Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen embracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck: lays him down upon a bank of flowers: she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the King's ears, and exit. The Queen returns; finds the King dead, and makes passionate action. The Poisoner, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts: she seems loath and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his love
Exeunt
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:23:08 GMT
OPHELIA
What means this, my lord?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:23:20 GMT
HAMLET
Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:23:36 GMT
OPHELIA
Belike this show imports the argument of the play.
Enter Prologue
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:24:05 GMT
HAMLET
We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot
keep counsel; they'll tell all.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:24:16 GMT
OPHELIA
Will he tell us what this show meant?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:24:26 GMT
HAMLET
Ay, or any show that you'll show him: be not you
ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:24:36 GMT
OPHELIA
You are naught, you are naught: I'll mark the play.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:24:49 GMT
Prologue
For us, and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency,
We beg your hearing patiently.
Exit
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:24:59 GMT
HAMLET
Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:25:13 GMT
OPHELIA
'Tis brief, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:25:33 GMT
HAMLET
As woman's love.
Enter two Players, King and Queen
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:25:44 GMT
Player King
Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round
Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground,
And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen
About the world have times twelve thirties been,
Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands
Unite commutual in most sacred bands.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 20:26:01 GMT
Player Queen
So many journeys may the sun and moon
Make us again count o'er ere love be done!
But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,
So far from cheer and from your former state,
That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,
Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must:
For women's fear and love holds quantity;
In neither aught, or in extremity.
Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know;
And as my love is sized, my fear is so:
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
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