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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:38:53 GMT
LAERTES
How now! what noise is that?
Re-enter OPHELIA
O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits
Should be as moral as an old man's life?
Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:39:11 GMT
OPHELIA
[Sings]
They bore him barefaced on the bier;
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;
And in his grave rain'd many a tear:--
Fare you well, my dove!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:39:29 GMT
LAERTES
Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
It could not move thus.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:39:39 GMT
OPHELIA
[Sings]
You must sing a-down a-down,
An you call him a-down-a.
O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false
steward, that stole his master's daughter.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:39:49 GMT
LAERTES
This nothing's more than matter.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:39:59 GMT
OPHELIA
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,
love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:40:15 GMT
LAERTES
A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:40:31 GMT
OPHELIA
There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue
for you; and here's some for me: we may call it
herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with
a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you
some violets, but they withered all when my father
died: they say he made a good end,--
Sings
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:40:44 GMT
LAERTES
Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,
She turns to favour and to prettiness.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:40:58 GMT
OPHELIA
[Sings]
And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead:
Go to thy death-bed:
He never will come again.
His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll:
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan:
God ha' mercy on his soul!
And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God be wi' ye.
Exit
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:41:09 GMT
LAERTES
Do you see this, O God?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:41:19 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will.
And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me:
If by direct or by collateral hand
They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give,
Our crown, our life, and all that we can ours,
To you in satisfaction; but if not,
Be you content to lend your patience to us,
And we shall jointly labour with your soul
To give it due content.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:41:30 GMT
LAERTES
Let this be so;
His means of death, his obscure funeral--
No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
No noble rite nor formal ostentation--
Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
That I must call't in question.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:41:42 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
So you shall;
And where the offence is let the great axe fall.
I pray you, go with me.
Exeunt
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:42:04 GMT
SCENE VI. Another room in the castle.
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