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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:35:18 GMT
LAERTES
That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,
Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow
Of my true mother.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:35:30 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
What is the cause, Laertes,
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person:
There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,
Why thou art thus incensed. Let him go, Gertrude.
Speak, man.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:35:42 GMT
LAERTES
Where is my father?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:35:53 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
Dead.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:36:22 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
But not by him.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:36:40 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
Let him demand his fill.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:36:51 GMT
LAERTES
How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged
Most thoroughly for my father.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:37:01 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
Who shall stay you?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:37:17 GMT
LAERTES
My will, not all the world:
And for my means, I'll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:37:27 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
Good Laertes,
If you desire to know the certainty
Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge,
That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,
Winner and loser?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:37:37 GMT
LAERTES
None but his enemies.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:37:48 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
Will you know them then?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:38:01 GMT
LAERTES
To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms;
And like the kind life-rendering pelican,
Repast them with my blood.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:38:26 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
Why, now you speak
Like a good child and a true gentleman.
That I am guiltless of your father's death,
And am most sensible in grief for it,
It shall as level to your judgment pierce
As day does to your eye.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:38:36 GMT
Danes
[Within] Let her come in.
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