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patient: but I cannot choose bat weep, to think, That reason can but peep to what it would, they should lay him i'the cold ground; my bro- Acts little of his will.—Tell me, Laertes, ther shall know of it, and so I thank you for your Why thou art thus incens'd ?—Let him go, Gera good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, Speak, man.

(trude ;ladies; good night, sweet ladies ; good night, good Laer. Where is my father? night.


King. Dead.
King. Follow her close; give her good watch, Queen. But not by him.
I pray you.

(erit Horatio. King. Let him demand his fill. (with: O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs

Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled All from her father's death: and now behold, To hell, allegiance ! vows, 10 the blackest devil! O Gertrude, Gertrude,

Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! When sorrows come, they come not single spies,

I dare damnation : to this point I stand, But in battalions! First, her father slain ;

That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Next, your son gone; and he most violent author Let come what comes; only be reveng'd
Of his own just remove: the people muddied, Most throughly for my father.
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and King. Who shall stay you?


Laer. My will, not all the world's : For good Polonius's death; and we have done but And, for my means, Til husband them so well, In hugger-mugger to inter him. Poor Ophelia. They shall go far with little. Divided from herself, and her fair judgement ; King. Good Laertes, Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts.

If you desire to know the certainty (venge, Last, and as much containing as all these, Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your reHer brother is in secret come from France : That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and Feeds on the wonder, keeps himself in clouds,

Winner and loser ?

(foe, And wants not buzzers to infect his ear

Laer. None but his enemies. With pestilent speeches of his father's death; King. Will you know them then? (my arms; Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,

Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope Will nothing stick our person to arraign

And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,
In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, Repast them with my blood.
Like to a murdering piece, in many places

King. Why, now you speak
Gives me superfluous death! (a noise within. Like a good child, and a true gentleman.
Queen. Alack! what noise is this?

That I am guiltless of your father's death,
Enter a Gentleman.

And am most sensible in grief for it,
King. Attend.

It shall as level to your judgement 'pear,
Where are my Switzers ? let them guard the door: As day does to your eye.
What is the matter?

Danes. (within] Let her come in.
Gent. Save yourself, my lord;

Laer. How now! what noise is that? The ocean, overpeering of his list,

Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with strair's Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste,

and flowers. ! Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,

O heat, dry up my brains! tears, seven times salt, O’erbears your officers! The rabble call him, lord; Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye! And, as the world were now but to begin, By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight, Antiquity forgot, custom not known,

Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! (The ratifiers and props of every word,

Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia! They cry, choose we; Laertes shall be king!'. O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,

Should be as mortal as an old man's life?
Laertes shall be king, Laertes king !! (cry! Nature is fine in love: and, where 'tis fine,

Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they It sends some precious instance of itself
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs. After the thing it loves.
King. The doors are broke. (noise within. Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier ;

Hey no rionny, nonny hey nonny:
Enter Laertes, armed, Danes following.

And in his grave rain'd many a tear;
Laer. Where is the king ?-Sirs, stand you all Fare you well, my dove !

[revenge, Dan. No, let's come in.

(without. Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade Laer. I pray you, give me leave. [door. It could not move thus. Dan. We will, we will. [they retire without the Oph. You must sing, 'down a-down, an your

Laer. I thank you :- keep the door.-0 thou call him a-down-a.' O, how the wheel becomes it! Give me my father.

[vile king, It is the false steward, that stole his master's Queen. Calmly, good Laertes. (me bastard; daughter.

Laer. That drop of blood that's calm proclaims Laer. This nothing's more than matter. Cries, cuckold, to my father ; brands the harlot Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, Of my true mother.

that's for thoughts. King. What is the cause, Laertes,

Lacr. A document in madness; thoughts an: That thy rebellion looks so giant-like ?

remeinbrance fitted. Let him go, Gertrudo; do not fear our person; Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines : There's such divinity doth hedge a king,

-there's rue for you; and here's some for me:



we may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays: --you may | And do't the speedier, that you may direct me wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy : To him from whom you brought them. -I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died :-—they say, he made a

Enter King and Laertes. good end,

King. Now must your conscience my acquittance For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. [sings. And you must put me in your heart for friend ;(seal, Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear, She turns to favour, and to prettiness.

That he, which hath your noble father slain, m. Opk. And will he not come again ?

[sings. Pursu'd my life.
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead.

Laer. It well appears.—But tell me,
Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.

Why you proceeded not against these feats,

So crimeful and so capital in nature,
His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll :

As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else, 31; {48912. He is gone, he is gone,

You mainly were stirr'd up?
And we cast away inoan; 15,1;
God 'a mercy on his soul !

King. O, for two special reasons; And of all Christian souls! I pray God. God be which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, wi' you !

[exit Ophelia. But yet to me they are strong. The queen, his Laer. Do you see this, O God!

Lives almost by his looks; and for myselt, (mother, King. Laertes, I must

commune with your grief, 1 (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) Or you deny me right.' Go but apart,

She is so conjunctive to my life and soul, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me:

I could not but by her. The other motive, If by direct or by collateral hand

Why to a public count I might not go, They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, Is, the great love the general gender bear him; Our crown, our life, and all that we call


Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, To you in satisfaction; but, if not,

Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone, Be you content to lend your patience to us,

Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows, And we shall jointly labour with your soul,

Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind, To give it due content.

Would have reverted to my bow again, Laer. Let this be so;

And not where I had aim'd them.
His means of death, his obscure funeral,-

Laer. And so have I a noble father lost;
No trophy, 'sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones, A sister driven into desperate terms;
No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,

Whose worth, if praises may go back again
Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to carth, Stood challenger on mount of all the age
That I must call't in question.

For her perfections. --But my revenge will come. King. So you shall;

King. Break not your sleeps for that: you must Aud, where the offence is, let the great axe fall.

not think, y you, go with me

[excunt. That we are made of stuff so fat and dull, SCENE VI. ANOTHER ROOM IN THE SAME.

That we can let our beard be shook with danger, 1974Enter Horatio, and a Servant.

And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more: Flor. What are they, that would speak with inc? I loved your father, and we love ourself; Ser. Sailors, sir;

And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine,They say, they have letters for you.

How now? what news? Hor. Let them come in. - [exit Servant.

Enter a Messenger. I do not know from what part of the world

Mess. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet : I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet. This to your majesty; this to the queen. Enter Sailors.

Kiny. From Hamlet! who brought them? 1 Sail. God bless you, sir.

Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them not; Hor. Let him bless thee too.

They were given me by Claudio; he received theor 1 Sail

. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's Of him that brought them. a letter for you, sir; it comes from the ambassador, King. Laertes, you shall hear them :that was bound for England, if your name be Leave us.

[exit Messenger. Horatio, as I am let to know it is.

(reads) High and mighty, you shall know, I am set naked Hor. (reads) Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked on your kingdom. To morrow shall I beg Icave to see your this, give these fellows some means to the king; they have kingly eyes : when I shall, first asking your pardon there. etters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate unto, recount the occasion of my sudden and more strange of very warlike appointment gave us chase : finding our.


HAMLET. selves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour; and What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? in the grapple I boarded them: on the instant they got clear of our stip; so I alone became their prisoner. They have Or is it some abuse, and no such thing? dealt with me, like thieves of mercy; but they knew what Laer. Know you the hand? they did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me with as

King. 'Tis Hamlet's character. "Naked,'much haste as thou wouldst Ay death. I have words to And, in a postscript here, he

says, 'alone.' speak in thine ear, will make thee dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter. These good fellows

Can you advise me?

[come; will bring you where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let hijo hold their course for England; of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell.

It warms the very sickness in
Hc that thou knowest thine, HAMLET.

That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
Come, I will give you way for these your letters; "Thus diddest thou.'

I pray

my heart,

King. If it be so, Laertes,

A klud of wick, or snuff, that will abate it As how should it be so ? how otherwise?-- And nothing is at a like goodness still ; Will you be ruld by me?

For goodness, growing to a pleurisy, !! Laer. Ay, my lord ;

Dies in his own too-much; that we would do, So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace.

We should do when we would; for this would Kiny. To thineown peace. If he be now return'd-- And hath abatements and delays as many,

y, [changes, As checking at his voyage, and that he mcans As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; No more to undertake it,—I will work him And then this should is like a speudthrift sigh, To an exploit, now ripe in my device,

That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the ulcer Under the which he shall not choose but fall : Hamlet comes back; what would you undertakr. And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe; To show yourself indeed your father's son, But even his mother shall uncharge the practice More than in words? And call it, accident.

Laer. To cut his throat i'the church. (rize Laer. My lord, I will be ruld;

King. No place, indeed, should murder sanctua. The rather, if you could devise it so,

Revorge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes, That I night be the orgall.

Will you do this, keep close within your chamber King. It falls right.

Hamlet, return'd, shall know you are come home You have been talk'd or since your travel inuch, We'll put on those shall praise your excellence And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality, And set a double varuish on the fame [gether Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts The Frenchinan gave you; bring you, in fine, toDid not together pluck such envy from him, And wager o'er your heads : he, being remiss As did that one; and that, in my regard, Most generous, and free from all contriving, of the unworthiest siege.

Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease, Luer. What part is that, my lord ?

Or with a little shuAling, you may choose King. A very ribband in the


of youth, A sword unbated, and, in a pass of practice, Yet needful too; for youth po less becomes Requite him for your father. The light and careless livery that it wears,

Laer. I will do't : Than settled aye his sables, and his weeds, And, for the purpose, I'll anoiut my sword. Importing health and graveness.-Two months I bought an unction of a mountebank, Here was a gentleman of Normandy,– (since, So mortal, that, but dip a knife in it, I have seen myself, and serv'd against, the French, Where it draws blood, no cataplasm so rare, And they can well on horseback: but this gallant Collected from all simples that have virtue Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat; Under the moon, can save the thing froin death, And to such wondrous doing brought his horse, That is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch my point As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur'd With this contagion; that, if I gall him slightly With the brave beast: so far he topp'd my thought, It may be death. That I, in furgery of shapes and tricks,

King. Let's further think of this ; Come short of what he did.

Weigh, what convenience, both of time and means, Laer. A Norman, was't ?

May fit us to our shape: if this should fail, King. A Norman.

And that our drift look through ourbadperformance, Luer. Upon my life, Lamord.

”Twere better not assay'd: therefore, this project Kiny. The very same.

Should have a back, or second, that might hold, Laer. I know him well; he is the brooch, indeed, if this should blast in proof. Sust;-let me see :And gein of all the nation.

We'll make a solemnn wager on your cunnings, King. He made confession of you ;

I ha't : And gave you such a masterly report,

When in your motion you are hot and dry, For art and exercise in your defence,

(As make your bouts more violent to that end,) And for your rapier most especial,

And that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr'd him That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed, A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping, If one could

match you: the scrimers of their nation, If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what noise? If you oppos'd them: sir, this report of his

Enter Queen. Did Hainlet so envenom with his envy,

How now, sweet queen ? That he could nothing do, but wish and beg Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's beel, Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you. So fast they follow: --your sister's drown'd, Laertes. Nowv, out of this, "wis.

Laer. Drown'd! 0, where?

[brook, Laer. What out of this, my lord ?

Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy strenm; Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, Therewith fantastic garlands did she make A face without a heart?

Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, Laer. Why ask you this?

That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
King. Not that I think, you did not love your But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call thein:
But that I know, love is begun by time; (father; There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
And that I sec,

passages of proof,

Clambering to bang, an envious sliver broke ; Time qualities the spark and fire of it.

When down her wecdy trophics, and herself, l'here lives within the very flame of love Fill in the weeping brook. Ter clothes spread wide.



And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up: And therefore I forbid my tears : but yet
Which time, she chanted snatches of old tunes; It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
As one incapable of her own distress,

Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, Or like a creature native and indu'd

The woman will be out.— Adieu, my lord ! Unto theit element; but long it could not be, I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, But that this folly drowns it.

[erit. Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay King. Let's follow, Gertrude : To muddy death.

How much I had to do to calm his rage ! Laer. Alas then, she is drown'd?

Now fear I, this will give it start again! Queen. Drown'd, drown'd.

Therefore, let's follow.

[ezeunt. Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,


2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a Enter two clowns, with spades, &c. shipwright, or a carpenter ? I Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial, 1 Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke. that wilfully seeks her own salvation ?

2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell. 2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; therefore make her I Clo. To't. grave straight; the crowner hath set on her, and 2 Clo. Mass, I cannot tell. finds it Christian burial.

Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance. 1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned 1 Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; fur herself in her own defence ?

your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating: 2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so.

and, when you are asked this question next, sny, 1 Clo. It must be se offendendo; it cannot be a grave-maker; the houses that he makes, last till else. For here lies the point: if I drown myself doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan, and fetch wittingly, it argues an act: and an act hath three

me a stoup of liquor.

[exit 2 Clount. branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perform :

1 Clown digs, and sings. argal, she drowned herself wittingly.

In youth, when I did love, did love, 2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver.

Methought, it was very sweet,

To contract, 0, the time, for, ah, my behove, 1 Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water;

O, methought, there was nothing meet. good : here stands the man; good: if the man go Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his busi. to this water, and drown himself, it is, will he, ness? he sings at grave-making. nill he, he goes; mark you that: but if the water Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property come to him, and drown him, he drowns not bim- of easiness. self; argal, he, that is not guilty of his own death, Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employshortens not his own life.

ment hath the daintier sense. 2 Clo. But is this law ?

I Cio. But age, with his stealing steps, 1 Clo. Ay, marry is't, crowner's-quest law.

Hath claw'd me in his clutch, 2 Clo. Will you ha'the truth on't? If this bad

And hath shipped me into the land,

As if I had never been such. not been a gentlewoman, sho should have been

Ham. That scull had a tongue in it, and could buried out of Christian burial..

sing once : how the knave jowls it to the ground. 1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st: and the more

as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first pity; that great folks shall have countenance in

murder! This might be the pate of a politiciau, this world to drown or hang themselves, more than which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would their even Christian. Come, my spade. There is

circumvent God, might it not ? no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and

Hor. It might, my lord. grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.

Ham. Or of a courtier; which would say, 2 Clo. Was he a gentleman ?

Good morrow, sweet lord ! how dost thou, good 1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms.

lord ?' This might be my lord such-a-one, that 2 Clo. Why he had none. 1 Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou praised my lord such-a-one's horse, when he means

to beg it? might it not? understand the Scripture? the Scripture says,

Hor. Ay, my lord. Adam digged: could be dig without arms? I'll

Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my lady Worin's; put another question to thee: if thou answerest chapless

, and knocked about the mazzard with a. me not to the purpose, confess thyself

sexton's spade : here's fine revolution, an we hait 2 Clo. Go to.

the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more 1 Clo. What is he, that builds stronger than the breeding, but to play ut loggats with them? either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? mine ache to think on't. 2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame out

I Clo. A pickaxe, and a spade, a spade,

[smgs. lives a thousand tenants.

For--and a shrouding shect: 1 Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith ; the

0, a pit of clay for to be made

For such a guest is mect. gallows does well : but how does it well? it does well to those that do ill: now thou dost ill, to say, Ham. There's another : why may not that lie the gallows is built stronger than the church: the scull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits argal, the gallows muy do well to thee. To't now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his again; come.

tricks ? why does he suffer this rude knave now to


[throws up a scuit you i'the

knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, 1 Clo. 'Faith, it he be not rotten before he die, and will not tell him of his action of battery ? (as we have many pocky corses now-a-days, that Humph! This fellow might be in's time a great will scarce hold the laying in,) he will last you buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, some eight year, or nine year : a tanner will last nis fines, his double-vouchers, his recoveries : is you nine year. this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his Ham. Why he more than another? recoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? 1 Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his will his vouchers vouch him no more of his pur-trade, that he will keep out water a great while; chases, and double ones too, than the length and and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson breadtḥ of a pair of indentures? The very con- dead body. Here's a scull now hath lain veyances of his lands will hardly lie in this box; earth three-and-twenty years. and must the inheritor himself have no more? ha ? Ham. Whose was it? Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.

1 Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was. Whose Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins ? do you think it was? Hor. Ay, my lord, and of calves-skins too. Ham. Nay, I know not.

Ham. They are sheep, and calves, which seek 1 Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue ! out assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow. he poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. -Whose grave's this, sirrah?

This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's 1 Clo. Mine, sir.

jester. 31. 0, a pit of clay for to be made

Ham. This?

(takes the scull. For such a guest is meet.

1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. I think it be thine, indeed : for thou Ham. Alas! poor Yorick !-I knew him, Horaliest in't.

tio; a fellow of infinite jest; of most excellent 1 Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand not yours: for my part, I do not lie in't; yet it is times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination mine.

it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, Ham. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say it that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where is thine : 'tis for the dead, not for the quick ; l be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? therefore, thou liest.

your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set 1 Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again, the table in a roar ? Not one now, to mock your from me to o you.

own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ?! Now get you Ham. What man dost thou dig it for ?

to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint 1 Clo. For no man, sir.

an inch thick, to this favour she must come; Ham. What woman then ?

make her laugh at that.-- Prythee, Horatio, tell 1 Clo. For none neither.

me one thing. Ham. Who is to be buried in't ?

Hor. What's that, my lord ? 1 Clo. One, that was a woman, sir ; but, rest Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o’this her soul, she's dead.

fashion i'the earth? Ham. How absolute the knave is! we must

Hor. E'en so. speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. -Ham. And smelt so? pah! [throws down thescull. By the lord, Horatio, these three years I have Hor. E'en so, my lord. taken note of it; the age is grown so picked, that Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! hinha toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of the courtier, he galls his kibe.—How long hast Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole ? thou been a grave-maker ?

Hor. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to 1 Clo. Of all the days i'the year, I came to't consider so. that day that our last king Hamlet overcame Ham. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him Fortinbras.

thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to Ham. How long's that since ?

lead it. As thus ; Alexander died, Alexander 1 Clo. Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell was buried, Alexander returneth to dust; the ihat: it was that very day that young Hamlet was dust is earth ; of earth we make loam: and why born; he that is mad, and sent to England. of that loam, whereto he was converted, might

Ham. Ay, marty, why was hesentinto England? they not stop a beer-barrel ?

1 Clo. Why, because he was mad : he shall re- Imperious Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay, cover his wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis no great Might stop a hole to keep the wind away: Ham. Why?

[matter there. O, that the earth, which kept the world in awe, 1 Clo. 'Twill not be seen in him there; there Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw! the men are as mad as he.

But soft! but soft! aside. Here comes the king, Ham. How came he mad ?

Enter Priests, fc. in procession; the corpse of 1 Clo. Very strangely, they say.

Ophelia ; Laertes and mourners following ; Ham. How strangely?

King, Queen, their trains, &c. 1 Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits. The queen, the courtiers. Who is this they follow? Ham. Upon what ground ?

And with such maimed rites! This doth betoken, 1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark; I have been | The corse, they follow, did with desperate hand Boxton here, man and boy, thirty years. [rot? Foredo its own life. 'Twas of some estate

Ham. How long will a man lie i'the earth ere he couch we a while and mark. [retiring with Horatio.

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