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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:46:03 GMT
Messenger
Letters, my lord, from Hamlet:
This to your majesty; this to the queen.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:46:14 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
From Hamlet! who brought them?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:46:27 GMT
Messenger
Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not:
They were given me by Claudio; he received them
Of him that brought them.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:46:49 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
Laertes, you shall hear them. Leave us.
Exit Messenger
Reads
'High and mighty, You shall know I am set naked on
your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see
your kingly eyes: when I shall, first asking your
pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden
and more strange return. 'HAMLET.'
What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:47:00 GMT
LAERTES
Know you the hand?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:47:10 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
'Tis Hamlets character. 'Naked!
And in a postscript here, he says 'alone.'
Can you advise me?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:47:22 GMT
LAERTES
I'm lost in it, my lord. But let him come;
It warms the very sickness in my heart,
That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
'Thus didest thou.'
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:47:33 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
If it be so, Laertes--
As how should it be so? how otherwise?--
Will you be ruled by me?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:47:49 GMT
LAERTES
Ay, my lord;
So you will not o'errule me to a peace.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:48:03 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
To thine own peace. If he be now return'd,
As checking at his voyage, and that he means
No more to undertake it, I will work him
To an exploit, now ripe in my device,
Under the which he shall not choose but fall:
And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
But even his mother shall uncharge the practise
And call it accident.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:50:03 GMT
LAERTES
My lord, I will be ruled;
The rather, if you could devise it so
That I might be the organ.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:50:13 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
It falls right.
You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality
Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts
Did not together pluck such envy from him
As did that one, and that, in my regard,
Of the unworthiest siege.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:50:35 GMT
LAERTES
What part is that, my lord?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:50:46 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
A very riband in the cap of youth,
Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears
Than settled age his sables and his weeds,
Importing health and graveness. Two months since,
Here was a gentleman of Normandy:--
I've seen myself, and served against, the French,
And they can well on horseback: but this gallant
Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat;
And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,
As he had been incorpsed and demi-natured
With the brave beast: so far he topp'd my thought,
That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,
Come short of what he did.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:51:01 GMT
LAERTES
A Norman was't?
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