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he wll 'a no means speak.

Nor do we fnd hm

forward to be sounded

but wth a crafty madness

keeps aloof when we would brng

hm to confess hs true state.

Did he receive you well?

Most lke a gentleman.

But forces hs dsposton.

Nggard of queston, but of

our demands most free n hs reply.

Thank you, Rosencrantz

and gentle Guildenstern.

Thank you, Guildenstern

and gentle Rosencrantz.

We lay our servce

freely at your feet.

O what a rogue

and peasant slave am I.

Is it not monstrous

that this player here,

but in a fiction,

in a dream of passin,

could force his soul so

to his own conceit,

that from her working

all his visin waned,

his whole function suiting

with forms to his conceit?

And all for nothing.

What would be do,

had he the motive and cue

for passin that I have?

I've heard that guilty creatures,

sitting at a play

have by the cunning of the scene,

been struck so to the soul

that presently they have

proclaimed their malefactions.

For murder, though it hath

no tongue,

will speak with

most miraculous organ.

I know my course.

The spirit I have seen

may be a devil.

And the devil hath power

to assume a pleasing shape, yea,

and perhaps out of my weakness

and melancholy abuses to damn me.

I'll have grounds

more relative than this.

The play's the thing

wherein I'll catch

the conscience of the King.

'Tis most true

and he beseeched me

to entreat your majesties

to hear and see the matter.

With all my heart and it doth

content me to hear him so inclined.

Good gentlemen,

give him a further edge

and drive his purpose

into these delights.

We shall, my lord.

And for your part, Ophelia,

I do wish your beauties be

the happy cause

of Hamlet's wildness.

So shall I hope your virtues will

bring him to his wonted way again.

How does your honour?

I humbly thank you. Well.

I have remembrances of yours

I have longed to redeliver.

I pray you, receive them.

No, not I.

I never gave you aught.

My honoured lord,

you know right well you did.

And with words of so sweet a breath

that made these things more rich.

Their perfume lost, take them.

For to the noble mind,

rich gifts wax poor

when givers prove unkind.

There, my lord.

Are you honest?

Lord?

Are you fair?

What means your lordship?

I did love you once.

Indeed, you made me believe so.

You should not have believed me.

I loved you not.

I was the more deceived.

Get thee to a nunnery.

Why wouldst thou be

a breeder of sinners?

I am myself indifferent honest,

yet could accuse me of things,

better my mother had not borne me.

I am very proud,

revengeful, ambitious,

with more offences than I have

thought to put them in,

imagination to give them shape,

or time to act them in.

What should such

fellows as I do,

crawling between earth

and heaven?

We are errant knaves all,

believe none of us.

Where is thy father?

Let the doors

be shut upon him

that he play the fool nowhere

but in his own house!

Get thee to a nunnery!

Two messages.

If thou dost marry,

I'll gve thee ths plague

for thy dowry.

Be thou as chaste as ce,

as pure as snow,

thou shall not escape calumny.

Get thee to a nunnery.

Go! Farewell.

We shall have no more marrage!

Those that are marred already,

all but one,

shall lve.

The rest shall keep

as they are. To a nunnery, go.

Give me that man that is not

passin's slave and I will

wear him in my heart's core,

in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

Tonight one scene comes near

the circumstances of which

I have told thee

of my father's death.

I pray thee, when thou seest

that act afoot, observe...

my uncle. If his occulted guilt

do not itself unkennel

in one speech,

it is a damned ghost we have seen.

Give him heedful note,

for I mine eyes

will rivet to his face

and after we will our judgements

join in censure of his seeming.

Well, my lord.

Get you a place. I must be idle.

Hamlet, come sit by me.

No, mother, here's metal

more attractive.

Lady, shall I sit in your lap?

No, my lord.

I mean, my head upon your lap.

Think you I meant country matters?

I think nothing, my lord.

Well that's a fair thought,

to lie between maid's legs.

What is, my lord?

Nothing.

You are merry, my lord.

What should a man do

but be merry?

Look how cheerful my mother looks

and my father died within 2 hours.

Nay, 'tis twice 2 months.

So long? Nay then,

let the Devil wear black,

for I'll have a suit of sables.

O heavens! Died 2 months ago

and not forgotten yet?

Then there's hope a great man's

memory may outlive half a year.

How fares our cousin Hamlet?

Excellent.

What means this, my lord?

It means mischief.

My lord.

Give me some light. Light!

Cry you with false fire?

Away!

My lord!

O good Horatio,

I'll take the ghost's word for

a thousand pounds. Didst perceive?

Very well, my lord.

- Upon the poisoning?

- I did well note.

Some must watch

while some must sleep.

Thus runs the worid away.

Good. My lord.

Hello, ths s Eartha Ktt.

Cats have nne lves,

but unfortunately

you only have one.

So buckle your seat belt

for safety.

Good my lord, vouchsafe me

a word with you.

The King, sir...

Ay, sir, what of him?

...is marvellous distempered.

With drink?

Good my lord, try to put

your discourse into some frame.

I'm tame. Pronounce.

The Queen, your mother,

in great affliction of spirit,

has sent me to you.

You're welcome.

Nay, my lord, this courtesy

is not of the right breed.

If it shall please you to

make me a wholesome answer.

I cannot.

What?

Make you a wholesome answer.

My wit's diseased.

Now is the very

witching time of night,

when churchyards yawn

and Hell itself breathes out

contagion into this worid.

Now could I drink hot blood

and do such bitter business as

the day would quake to look on.

I like him not, nor stands it safe

with us to let his madness range.

Therefore prepare you.

Your commissin

will forthwith dispatch and he

to England shall along with you.

We wll ourselves provde.

Most holy and relgous fear,

to keep those many bodes safe

that feed upon your majesty.

Never alone dd the Kng sgh

but wth a general groan.

Arm you, I pray you to

this speedy voyage.

For we will fetter this fear

which now goes too free-footed.

We wll haste us.

O, my offence is rank.

It smells to heaven.

It has the primal

eldest curse upon it.

What if this cursed hand were

thicker with brother's blood?

Is there rain enough in the sweet

heavens to wash it white as snow?

Forgive me my foul murder.

That cannot be,

for I still possess those effects

for which I did the murder.

My crown, mine own ambition,

my queen.

What then? What rests?

Try what repentance can.

What can it not?

My words fly up,

my thoughts remain below.

Words without thoughts

never to heaven go.

Look you lay home to him.

Tell him his pranks are

too broad to bear with,

and that Your Grace

hath screened and stood between

much heat and him.

Fear me not.

Mother!

I'll shroud me in here.

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