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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:19:51 GMT
HAMLET Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu! You that look pale and tremble at this chance, That are but mutes or audience to this act, Had I but time--as this fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest--O, I could tell you-- But let it be. Horatio, I am dead; Thou livest; report me and my cause aright To the unsatisfied.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:20:03 GMT
HORATIO Never believe it: I am more an antique Roman than a Dane: Here's yet some liquor left.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:20:17 GMT
HAMLET As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't. O good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
March afar off, and shot within
What warlike noise is this?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:20:29 GMT
OSRIC Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, To the ambassadors of England gives This warlike volley.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:20:44 GMT
HAMLET O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: I cannot live to hear the news from England; But I do prophesy the election lights On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice; So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, Which have solicited. The rest is silence.
Dies
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:21:01 GMT
HORATIO Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince: And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! Why does the drum come hither?
March within
Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and others
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:21:12 GMT
PRINCE FORTINBRAS Where is this sight?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:21:22 GMT
HORATIO What is it ye would see? If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:21:33 GMT
PRINCE FORTINBRAS This quarry cries on havoc. O proud death, What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes at a shot So bloodily hast struck?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:21:45 GMT
First Ambassador The sight is dismal; And our affairs from England come too late: The ears are senseless that should give us hearing, To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd, That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Where should we have our thanks?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:21:55 GMT
HORATIO Not from his mouth, Had it the ability of life to thank you: He never gave commandment for their death. But since, so jump upon this bloody question, You from the Polack wars, and you from England, Are here arrived give order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view; And let me speak to the yet unknowing world How these things came about: so shall you hear Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts, Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters, Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause, And, in this upshot, purposes mistook Fall'n on the inventors' reads: all this can I Truly deliver.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:22:13 GMT
PRINCE FORTINBRAS Let us haste to hear it, And call the noblest to the audience. For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune: I have some rights of memory in this kingdom, Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:22:23 GMT
HORATIO Of that I shall have also cause to speak, And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more; But let this same be presently perform'd, Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance On plots and errors, happen.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:22:37 GMT
PRINCE FORTINBRAS Let four captains Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage; For he was likely, had he been put on, To have proved most royally: and, for his passage, The soldiers' music and the rites of war Speak loudly for him. Take up the bodies: such a sight as this Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
A dead march. Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which a peal of ordnance is shot off
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:22:48 GMT
FIN, BITCHES!!!
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