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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:06:12 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS O Gertrude, come away! The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed We must, with all our majesty and skill, Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern!
Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
Friends both, go join you with some further aid: Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him: Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.
Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends; And let them know, both what we mean to do, And what's untimely done. O, come away! My soul is full of discord and dismay.
Exeunt
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:06:51 GMT
SCENE II. Another room in the castle.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:07:02 GMT
Enter HAMLET
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:07:13 GMT
HAMLET Safely stowed.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:07:29 GMT
ROSENCRANTZ: GUILDENSTERN: [Within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:07:44 GMT
HAMLET What noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come.
Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:08:47 GMT
ROSENCRANTZ What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:08:58 GMT
HAMLET Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:09:12 GMT
ROSENCRANTZ Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence And bear it to the chapel.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:09:23 GMT
HAMLET Do not believe it.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:09:35 GMT
ROSENCRANTZ Believe what?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:09:46 GMT
HAMLET 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?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:10:57 GMT
ROSENCRANTZ Take you me for a sponge, my lord?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:11:07 GMT
HAMLET Ay, sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:11:18 GMT
ROSENCRANTZ I understand you not, my lord.
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