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Shakespeare homepage | Hamlet | Entire play\
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ACT I\
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SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.\
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FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO\
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BERNARDO\
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Who's there?\
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FRANCISCO\
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Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.\
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BERNARDO\
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Long live the king!\
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FRANCISCO\
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Bernardo?\
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BERNARDO\
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He.\
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FRANCISCO\
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You come most carefully upon your hour.\
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BERNARDO\
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'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.\
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FRANCISCO\
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For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,\
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And I am sick at heart.\
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BERNARDO\
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Have you had quiet guard?\
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FRANCISCO\
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Not a mouse stirring.\
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BERNARDO\
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Well, good night.\
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If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,\
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The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.\
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FRANCISCO\
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I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?\
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Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS\
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HORATIO\
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Friends to this ground.\
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MARCELLUS\
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And liegemen to the Dane.\
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FRANCISCO\
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Give you good night.\
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MARCELLUS\
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O, farewell, honest soldier:\
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Who hath relieved you?\
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FRANCISCO\
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Bernardo has my place.\
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Give you good night.\
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Exit\
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MARCELLUS\
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Holla! Bernardo!\
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BERNARDO\
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Say,\
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What, is Horatio there?\
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HORATIO\
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A piece of him.\
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BERNARDO\
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Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.\
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MARCELLUS\
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What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?\
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BERNARDO\
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I have seen nothing.\
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MARCELLUS\
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Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,\
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And will not let belief take hold of him\
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Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:\
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Therefore I have entreated him along\
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With us to watch the minutes of this night;\
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That if again this apparition come,\
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He may approve our eyes and speak to it.\
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HORATIO\
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Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.\
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BERNARDO\
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Sit down awhile;\
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And let us once again assail your ears,\
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That are so fortified against our story\
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What we have two nights seen.\
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HORATIO\
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Well, sit we down,\
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And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.\
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BERNARDO\
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Last night of all,\
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When yond same star that's westward from the pole\
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Had made his course to illume that part of heaven\
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Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,\
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The bell then beating one,--\
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Enter Ghost\
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MARCELLUS\
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Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!\
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BERNARDO\
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In the same figure, like the king that's dead.\
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MARCELLUS\
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Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.\
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BERNARDO\
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Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.\
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HORATIO\
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Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.\
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BERNARDO\
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It would be spoke to.\
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MARCELLUS\
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Question it, Horatio.\
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HORATIO\
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What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,\
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Together with that fair and warlike form\
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In which the majesty of buried Denmark\
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Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!\
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MARCELLUS\
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It is offended.\
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BERNARDO\
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See, it stalks away!\
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HORATIO\
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Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!\
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Exit Ghost\
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MARCELLUS\
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'Tis gone, and will not answer.\
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BERNARDO\
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How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:\
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Is not this something more than fantasy?\
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What think you on't?\
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HORATIO\
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Before my God, I might not this believe\
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Without the sensible and true avouch\
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Of mine own eyes.\
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MARCELLUS\
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Is it not like the king?\
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HORATIO\
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As thou art to thyself:\
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Such was the very armour he had on\
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When he the ambitious Norway combated;\
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So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,\
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He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.\
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'Tis strange.\
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MARCELLUS\
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Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,\
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With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.\
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HORATIO\
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In what particular thought to work I know not;\
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But in the gross and scope of my opinion,\
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This bodes some strange eruption to our state.\
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MARCELLUS\
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Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,\
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Why this same strict and most observant watch\
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So nightly toils the subject of the land,\
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And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,\
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And foreign mart for implements of war;\
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Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task\
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Does not divide the Sunday from the week;\
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What might be toward, that this sweaty haste\
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Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:\
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Who is't that can inform me?\
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HORATIO\
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That can I;\
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At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,\
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Whose image even but now appear'd to us,\
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Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,\
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Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,\
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Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet--\
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For so this side of our known world esteem'd him--\
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Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,\
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Well ratified by law and heraldry,\
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Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands\
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Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:\
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Against the which, a moiety competent\
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Was gaged by our king; which had return'd\
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To the inheritance of Fortinbras,\
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Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,\
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And carriage of the article design'd,\
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His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,\
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Of unimproved mettle hot and full,\
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Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there\
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Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,\
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For food and diet, to some enterprise\
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That hath a stomach in't; which is no other--\
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As it doth well appear unto our state--\
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But to recover of us, by strong hand\
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And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands\
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So by his father lost: and this, I take it,\
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Is the main motive of our preparations,\
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The source of this our watch and the chief head\
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Of this post-haste and romage in the land.\
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BERNARDO\
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I think it be no other but e'en so:\
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Well may it sort that this portentous figure\
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Comes armed through our watch; so like the king\
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That was and is the question of these wars.\
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HORATIO\
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A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.\
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In the most high and palmy state of Rome,\
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A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,\
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The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead\
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Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:\
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As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,\
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Disasters in the sun; and the moist star\
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Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands\
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Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:\
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And even the like precurse of fierce events,\
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As harbingers preceding still the fates\
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And prologue to the omen coming on,\
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Have heaven and earth together demonstrated\
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Unto our climatures and countrymen.--\
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But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!\
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Re-enter Ghost\
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I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!\
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If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,\
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Speak to me:\
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If there be any good thing to be done,\
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That may to thee do ease and grace to me,\
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Speak to me:\
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Cock crows\
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If thou art privy to thy country's fate,\
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Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!\
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Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life\
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Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,\
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For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,\
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Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.\
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MARCELLUS\
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Shall I strike at it with my partisan?\
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HORATIO\
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Do, if it will not stand.\
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BERNARDO\
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'Tis here!\
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HORATIO\
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'Tis here!\
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MARCELLUS\
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'Tis gone!\
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Exit Ghost\
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We do it wrong, being so majestical,\
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To offer it the show of violence;\
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For it is, as the air, invulnerable,\
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And our vain blows malicious mockery.\
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BERNARDO\
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It was about to speak, when the cock crew.\
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HORATIO\
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And then it started like a guilty thing\
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Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,\
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The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,\
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Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat\
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Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,\
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Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,\
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The extravagant and erring spirit hies\
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To his confine: and of the truth herein\
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This present object made probation.\
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MARCELLUS\
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It faded on the crowing of the cock.\
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Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes\
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Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,\
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The bird of dawning singeth all night long:\
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And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;\
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The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,\
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No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,\
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So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.\
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HORATIO\
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So have I heard and do in part believe it.\
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But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,\
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Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:\
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Break we our watch up; and by my advice,\
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Let us impart what we have seen to-night\
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Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,\
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This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.\
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Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,\
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As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?\
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MARCELLUS\
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Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know\
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Where we shall find him most conveniently.\
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Exeunt\
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SCENE II. A room of state in the castle.\
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Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants\
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KING CLAUDIUS\
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Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death\
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The memory be green, and that it us befitted\
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To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom\
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To be contracted in one brow of woe,\
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Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature\
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That we with wisest sorrow think on him,\
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Together with remembrance of ourselves.\
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Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,\
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The imperial jointress to this warlike state,\
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Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,--\
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With an auspicious and a dropping eye,\
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With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,\
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In equal scale weighing delight and dole,--\
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Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd\
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Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone\
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With this affair along. For all, our thanks.\
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Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,\
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Holding a weak supposal of our worth,\
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Or thinking by our late dear brother's death\
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Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,\
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Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,\
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He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,\
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Importing the surrender of those lands\
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Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,\
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To our most valiant brother. So much for him.\
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Now for ourself and for this time of meeting:\
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Thus much the business is: we have here writ\
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To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,--\
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Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears\
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Of this his nephew's purpose,--to suppress\
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His further gait herein; in that the levies,\
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The lists and full proportions, are all made\
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Out of his subject: and we here dispatch\
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You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,\
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For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;\
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Giving to you no further personal power\
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To business with the king, more than the scope\
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Of these delated articles allow.\
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Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.\
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CORNELIUS VOLTIMAND\
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In that and all things will we show our duty.\
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KING CLAUDIUS\
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We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.\
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Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS\
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And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?\
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You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes?\
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You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,\
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And loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,\
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That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?\
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The head is not more native to the heart,\
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The hand more instrumental to the mouth,\
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Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.\
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What wouldst thou have, Laertes?\
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LAERTES\
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My dread lord,\
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Your leave and favour to return to France;\
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From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,\
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To show my duty in your coronation,\
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Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,\
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My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France\
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And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.\
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KING CLAUDIUS\
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Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?\
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LORD POLONIUS\
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He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave\
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By laboursome petition, and at last\
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Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:\
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I do beseech you, give him leave to go.\
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KING CLAUDIUS\
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Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,\
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And thy best graces spend it at thy will!\
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But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,--\
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HAMLET\
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[Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind.\
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KING CLAUDIUS\
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How is it that the clouds still hang on you?\
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HAMLET\
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Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.\
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QUEEN GERTRUDE\
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Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,\
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And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.\
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Do not for ever with thy vailed lids\
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Seek for thy noble father in the dust:\
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Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,\
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Passing through nature to eternity.\
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HAMLET\
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Ay, madam, it is common.\
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QUEEN GERTRUDE\
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If it be,\
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Why seems it so particular with thee?\
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HAMLET\
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Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'\
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'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,\
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Nor customary suits of solemn black,\
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Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,\
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No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,\
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Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,\
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Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,\
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That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,\
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For they are actions that a man might play:\
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But I have that within which passeth show;\
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These but the trappings and the suits of woe.\
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KING CLAUDIUS\
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'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,\
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To give these mourning duties to your father:\
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But, you must know, your father lost a father;\
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That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound\
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In filial obligation for some term\
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To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever\
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In obstinate condolement is a course\
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Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief;\
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It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,\
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A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,\
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An understanding simple and unschool'd:\
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For what we know must be and is as common\
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As any the most vulgar thing to sense,\
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Why should we in our peevish opposition\
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Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,\
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A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,\
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To reason most absurd: whose common theme\
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Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,\
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From the first corse till he that died to-day,\
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'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth\
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This unprevailing woe, and think of us\
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As of a father: for let the world take note,\
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You are the most immediate to our throne;\
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And with no less nobility of love\
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Than that which dearest father bears his son,\
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Do I impart toward you. For your intent\
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In going back to school in Wittenberg,\
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It is most retrograde to our desire:\
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And we beseech you, bend you to remain\
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Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,\
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Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.\
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QUEEN GERTRUDE\
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Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:\
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I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.\
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HAMLET\
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I shall in all my best obey you, madam.\
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KING CLAUDIUS\
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Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:\
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Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;\
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This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet\
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Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,\
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No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,\
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But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,\
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And the king's rouse the heavens all bruit again,\
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Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.\
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Exeunt all but HAMLET\
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HAMLET\
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O, that this too too solid flesh would melt\
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Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!\
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Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd\
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His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!\
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How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,\
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Seem to me all the uses of this world!\
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Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,\
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That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature\
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Possess it merely. That it should come to this!\
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But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:\
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So excellent a king; that was, to this,\
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Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother\
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That he might not beteem the winds of heaven\
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Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!\
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Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,\
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As if increase of appetite had grown\
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By what it fed on: and yet, within a month--\
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Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--\
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A little month, or ere those shoes were old\
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With which she follow'd my poor father's body,\
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Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--\
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O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,\
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Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,\
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My father's brother, but no more like my father\
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Than I to Hercules: within a month:\
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Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears\
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Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,\
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She married. O, most wicked speed, to post\
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With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!\
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It is not nor it cannot come to good:\
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But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.\
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Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO";
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function onCompletedRun() {
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finished = true;
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}
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function startRun() {
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if (finished)
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return;
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var text = document.createTextNode(textToRender);
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var content = document.getElementById("content");
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content.insertBefore(text, content.firstChild);
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requestAnimationFrame(finishRun);
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now = PerfTestRunner.now();
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}
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var rafcount = 0;
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function finishRun() {
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// Letting the text actually sit on screen for a couple frames is the only way I can get the test
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// to be robust. Given that this test takes multiple seconds to run, adding a small constant to
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// each iteration shouldn't be a dealbreaker.
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if (rafcount < 6) {
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++rafcount;
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requestAnimationFrame(finishRun);
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return;
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} else
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rafcount = 0;
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dummy = document.getElementById("end").getBoundingClientRect().left;
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var content = document.getElementById("content");
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content.removeChild(content.firstChild);
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PerfTestRunner.measureValueAsync(PerfTestRunner.now() - now);
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requestAnimationFrame(startRun);
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}
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startRun();
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</script>
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</body>
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</html>
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