Speeches (Lines) for Hamlet
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[aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind! |
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Not so, my lord. I am too much i' th' sun. |
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Ay, madam, it is common. |
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Seems, madam, Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.'
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I shall in all my best obey you, madam. |
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O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
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I am glad to see you well.
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Sir, my good friend- I'll change that name with you.
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I am very glad to see you.- [To Bernardo] Good even, sir.-
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I would not hear your enemy say so,
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I prithee do not mock me, fellow student.
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Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats
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In my mind's eye, Horatio. |
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He was a man, take him for all in all.
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Saw? who? |
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The King my father? |
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For God's love let me hear! |
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But where was this? |
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Did you not speak to it? |
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'Tis very strange. |
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Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me.
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Arm'd, say you? |
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From top to toe? |
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Then saw you not his face? |
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What, look'd he frowningly. |
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Pale or red? |
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And fix'd his eyes upon you? |
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I would I had been there. |
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Very like, very like. Stay'd it long? |
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His beard was grizzled- no? |
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I will watch to-night.
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If it assume my noble father's person,
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Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.
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The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. |
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What hour now? |
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The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
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Ay, marry, is't;
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Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
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It will not speak. Then will I follow it. |
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Why, what should be the fear?
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It waves me still.
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Hold off your hands! |
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My fate cries out
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Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak! I'll go no further. |
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I will. |
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Alas, poor ghost! |
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Speak. I am bound to hear. |
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What? |
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O God! |
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Murther? |
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Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
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O my prophetic soul!
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O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible! |
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O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?
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So be it! |
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Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come. |
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No, you will reveal it. |
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How say you then? Would heart of man once think it?
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There's neer a villain dwelling in all Denmark
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Why, right! You are in the right!
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I am sorry they offend you, heartily;
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Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
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Never make known what you have seen to-night. |
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Nay, but swear't. |
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Upon my sword. |
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Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. |
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Aha boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny?
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Never to speak of this that you have seen.
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Hic et ubique? Then we'll shift our ground.
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Well said, old mole! Canst work i' th' earth so fast?
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And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
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Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen,
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Well, God-a-mercy. |
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Excellent well. You are a fishmonger. |
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Then I would you were so honest a man. |
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Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man
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For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god
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Let her not walk i' th' sun. Conception is a blessing, but not
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Words, words, words. |
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Between who? |
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Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men
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Into my grave? |
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You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more
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These tedious old fools! |
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My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah,
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Nor the soles of her shoe? |
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Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her
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In the secret parts of Fortune? O! most true! she is a
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Then is doomsday near! But your news is not true. Let me
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Denmark's a prison. |
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A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and
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Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good
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O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a
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A dream itself is but a shadow. |
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Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch'd
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No such matter! I will not sort you with the rest of my
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Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you;
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Why, anything- but to th' purpose. You were sent for; and
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That you must teach me. But let me conjure you by the rights
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[aside] Nay then, I have an eye of you.- If you love me, hold
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I will tell you why. So shall my anticipation prevent your
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Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? |
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He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall
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How chances it they travel? Their residence, both in
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Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the
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How comes it? Do they grow rusty? |
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What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they
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Is't possible? |
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Do the boys carry it away? |
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It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and
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Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come! Th'
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I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I
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Hark you, Guildenstern- and you too- at each ear a hearer!
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I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players. Mark it.-
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My lord, I have news to tell you. When Roscius was an actor in Rome- |
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Buzz, buzz! |
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Then came each actor on his ass- |
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O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou! |
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Why,
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Am I not i' th' right, old Jephthah? |
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Nay, that follows not. |
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Why,
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I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted;
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It shall to the barber's, with your beard.- Prithee say on.
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'The mobled queen'? |
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'Tis well. I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.-
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God's bodykins, man, much better! Use every man after his
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Follow him, friends. We'll hear a play to-morrow.
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We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a
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Very well. Follow that lord- and look you mock him not.
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Ay, so, God b' wi' ye!
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To be, or not to be- that is the question:
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I humbly thank you; well, well, well. |
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No, not I!
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Ha, ha! Are you honest? |
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Are you fair? |
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That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no
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Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform
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You should not have believ'd me; for virtue cannot so
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Get thee to a nunnery! Why wouldst thou be a breeder of
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Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool
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If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry:
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I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath
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Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you,
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Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your
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O, reform it altogether! And let those that play your clowns
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Bid the players make haste, [Exit Polonius.] Will you two
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What, ho, Horatio! |
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Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
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Nay, do not think I flatter;
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They are coming to the play. I must be idle.
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Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish. I eat the air,
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No, nor mine now. [To Polonius] My lord, you play'd once
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What did you enact? |
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It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. Be
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No, good mother. Here's metal more attractive. |
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Lady, shall I lie in your lap? |
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I mean, my head upon your lap? |
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Do you think I meant country matters? |
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That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. |
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Nothing. |
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Who, I? |
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O God, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry?
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So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a
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Marry, this is miching malhecho; it means mischief. |
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We shall know by this fellow. The players cannot keep counsel;
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Ay, or any show that you'll show him. Be not you asham'd to
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Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? |
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As woman's love. |
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[aside] Wormwood, wormwood!
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If she should break it now! |
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Madam, how like you this play? |
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O, but she'll keep her word. |
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No, no! They do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i' th'
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'The Mousetrap.' Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the
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I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see
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It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. |
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So you must take your husbands.- Begin, murtherer. Pox, leave
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He poisons him i' th' garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago.
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What, frighted with false fire? |
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Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
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A whole one I!
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O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand
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Upon the talk of the poisoning? |
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Aha! Come, some music! Come, the recorders!
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Sir, a whole history. |
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Ay, sir, what of him? |
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With drink, sir? |
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Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to
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I am tame, sir; pronounce. |
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You are welcome. |
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Sir, I cannot. |
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Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseas'd. But, sir, such
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O wonderful son, that can so stonish a mother! But is there no
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We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any
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And do still, by these pickers and stealers! |
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Sir, I lack advancement. |
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Ay, sir, but 'while the grass grows'- the proverb is something
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I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe? |
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I pray you. |
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I do beseech you. |
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It is as easy as lying. Govern these ventages with your
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Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You
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Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? |
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Methinks it is like a weasel. |
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Or like a whale. |
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Then will I come to my mother by-and-by.- They fool me to the
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'By-and-by' is easily said.- Leave me, friends.
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Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
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[within] Mother, mother, mother! |
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Now, mother, what's the matter? |
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Mother, you have my father much offended. |
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Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. |
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What's the matter now? |
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No, by the rood, not so!
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Come, come, and sit you down. You shall not budge;
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[draws] How now? a rat? Dead for a ducat, dead! |
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Nay, I know not. Is it the King? |
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A bloody deed- almost as bad, good mother,
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Ay, lady, it was my word.
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Such an act
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Look here upon th's picture, and on this,
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Nay, but to live
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A murtherer and a villain!
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A king of shreds and patches!-
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Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
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How is it with you, lady? |
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On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares!
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Do you see nothing there? |
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Nor did you nothing hear? |
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Why, look you there! Look how it steals away!
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Ecstasy?
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O, throw away the worser part of it,
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Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
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I must to England; you know that? |
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There's letters seal'd; and my two schoolfellows,
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Safely stow'd. |
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But soft! What noise? Who calls on Hamlet? O, here they |
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Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin. |
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Do not believe it. |
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That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be
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Ay, sir; that soaks up the King's countenance, his rewards,
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I am glad of it. A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear. |
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The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body.
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Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after. |
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At supper. |
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Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain
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A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat
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Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through
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In heaven. Send thither to see. If your messenger find him not
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He will stay till you come. |
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For England? |
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Good. |
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I see a cherub that sees them. But come, for England!
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My mother! Father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is
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Good sir, whose powers are these? |
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How purpos'd, sir, I pray you? |
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Who commands them, sir? |
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Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
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Why, then the Polack never will defend it. |
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Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
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I'll be with you straight. Go a little before.
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Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at
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'Tis e'en so. The hand of little employment hath the daintier
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That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. How the
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Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow, sweet lord!
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Why, e'en so! and now my Lady Worm's, chapless, and knock'd
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There's another. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer?
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Is not parchment made of sheepskins? |
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They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I
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I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't. |
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Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine. 'Tis for
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What man dost thou dig it for? |
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What woman then? |
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Who is to be buried in't? |
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How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or
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How long is that since? |
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Ay, marry, why was be sent into England? |
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Why? |
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How came he mad? |
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How strangely? |
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Upon what ground? |
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How long will a man lie i' th' earth ere he rot? |
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Why he more than another? |
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Whose was it? |
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Nay, I know not. |
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This? |
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Let me see. [Takes the skull.] Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him,
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Dost thou think Alexander look'd o' this fashion i' th' earth? |
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And smelt so? Pah! |
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To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not
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No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty
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That is Laertes,
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What, the fair Ophelia? |
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[comes forward] What is he whose grief
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Thou pray'st not well.
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Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
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I lov'd Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers
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'Swounds, show me what thou't do.
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Hear you, sir!
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So much for this, sir; now shall you see the other.
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Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
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Up from my cabin,
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Here's the commission; read it at more leisure.
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Being thus benetted round with villanies,
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An earnest conjuration from the King,
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Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.
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Why, man, they did make love to this employment!
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Does it not, thinks't thee, stand me now upon-
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It will be short; the interim is mine,
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I humbly thank you, sir. [Aside to Horatio] Dost know this
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[aside to Horatio] Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a
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I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spirit. Put your
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No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly. |
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But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion. |
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I beseech you remember. |
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Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you; though, I
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The concernancy, sir? Why do we wrap the gentleman in our more
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What imports the nomination of this gentleman? |
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Of him, sir. |
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I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did, it would not
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I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in
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What's his weapon? |
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That's two of his weapons- but well. |
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What call you the carriages? |
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The phrase would be more germane to the matter if we could
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How if I answer no? |
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Sir, I will walk here in the hall. If it please his Majesty,
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To this effect, sir, after what flourish your nature will. |
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Yours, yours. [Exit Osric.] He does well to commend it
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He did comply with his dug before he suck'd it. Thus has he,
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I am constant to my purposes; they follow the King's pleasure.
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In happy time. |
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She well instructs me. |
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I do not think so. Since he went into France I have been in
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It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gaingiving as
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Not a whit, we defy augury; there's a special providence in
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Give me your pardon, sir. I have done you wrong;
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I embrace it freely,
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I'll be your foil, Laertes. In mine ignorance
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No, by this hand. |
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Very well, my lord.
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This likes me well. These foils have all a length? |
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Come on, sir. |
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One. |
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Judgment! |
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I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile.
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Good madam! |
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I dare not drink yet, madam; by-and-by. |
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Come for the third, Laertes! You but dally.
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Nay come! again! The Queen falls. |
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How does the Queen? |
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O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd.
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The point envenom'd too?
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Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane,
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Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
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As th'art a man,
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O, I die, Horatio!
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