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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:24:01 GMT
HAMLET
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
Or for some frontier?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:24:13 GMT
Captain
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:24:25 GMT
HAMLET
Why, then the Polack never will defend it.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:24:41 GMT
Captain
Yes, it is already garrison'd.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:24:52 GMT
HAMLET
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
Will not debate the question of this straw:
This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace,
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:25:08 GMT
Captain
God be wi' you, sir.
Exit
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:25:20 GMT
ROSENCRANTZ
Wilt please you go, my lord?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:25:44 GMT
HAMLET
I'll be with you straight go a little before.
Exeunt all except HAMLET
How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason
To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,
A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward, I do not know
Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;'
Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:
Witness this army of such mass and charge
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Exit
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:26:12 GMT
SCENE V. Elsinore. A room in the castle.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:26:24 GMT
Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE, HORATIO, and a Gentleman
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:26:34 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
I will not speak with her.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:26:44 GMT
Gentleman
She is importunate, indeed distract:
Her mood will needs be pitied.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:26:55 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
What would she have?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:27:08 GMT
Gentleman
She speaks much of her father; says she hears
There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart;
Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures
yield them,
Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:27:26 GMT
HORATIO
'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew
Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
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