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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:37:00 GMT
LAERTES
The devil take thy soul!
Grappling with him
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:37:13 GMT
HAMLET
Thou pray'st not well.
I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat;
For, though I am not splenitive and rash,
Yet have I something in me dangerous,
Which let thy wiseness fear: hold off thy hand.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:37:24 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
Pluck them asunder.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:37:36 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
Hamlet, Hamlet!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:37:47 GMT
All
Gentlemen,--
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:38:09 GMT
HORATIO
Good my lord, be quiet.
The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:38:29 GMT
HAMLET
Why I will fight with him upon this theme
Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:38:41 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
O my son, what theme?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:39:03 GMT
HAMLET
I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:39:21 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
O, he is mad, Laertes.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:39:32 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
For love of God, forbear him.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:39:43 GMT
HAMLET
'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do:
Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?
I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?
To outface me with leaping in her grave?
Be buried quick with her, and so will I:
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
I'll rant as well as thou.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:39:56 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
This is mere madness:
And thus awhile the fit will work on him;
Anon, as patient as the female dove,
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will sit drooping.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:40:09 GMT
HAMLET
Hear you, sir;
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I loved you ever: but it is no matter;
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew and dog will have his day.
Exit
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:40:26 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him.
Exit HORATIO
To LAERTES
Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;
We'll put the matter to the present push.
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.
This grave shall have a living monument:
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
Till then, in patience our proceeding be.
Exeunt
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