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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:04:15 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
As kill a king!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:04:36 GMT
HAMLET
Ay, lady, 'twas my word.
Lifts up the array and discovers POLONIUS
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune;
Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down,
And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff,
If damned custom have not brass'd it so
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:04:50 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:05:00 GMT
HAMLET
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: O, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow:
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:05:11 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
Ay me, what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:05:25 GMT
HAMLET
Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man:
This was your husband. Look you now, what follows:
Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
You cannot call it love; for at your age
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment
Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have,
Else could you not have motion; but sure, that sense
Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err,
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
But it reserved some quantity of choice,
To serve in such a difference. What devil was't
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope.
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth burn
And reason panders will.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:05:40 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
O Hamlet, speak no more:
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:05:50 GMT
HAMLET
Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the nasty sty,--
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:06:01 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
O, speak to me no more;
These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears;
No more, sweet Hamlet!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:07:52 GMT
HAMLET
A murderer and a villain;
A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings;
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:08:09 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
No more!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:08:33 GMT
HAMLET
A king of shreds and patches,--
Enter Ghost
Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:08:44 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
Alas, he's mad!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:09:06 GMT
HAMLET
Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by
The important acting of your dread command? O, say!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:09:19 GMT
Ghost
Do not forget: this visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:
O, step between her and her fighting soul:
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works:
Speak to her, Hamlet.
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