hamlet
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- Haste me to know ’t, that I, with wings as swift. As meditation or the thoughts of love,May sweep to my revenge.
- I’m the ghost of your father, doomed for a certain time to walk the earth at night. During the day, I’m confined in the fires of purgatory, until those flames have burned away the sins I committed in my life
- O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?And shall I couple hell? Oh, fie! Hold, hold, my heart, and you, my sinews, grow not instant old,But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, whiles memory holds a seatIn this distracted globe. Remember thee!
- Now, Hamlet, hear.‘Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,A serpent stung me. So the whole ear of DenmarkIs by a forgèd process of my deathRankly abused.
- Yea, from the table of my memory I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records,All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past That youth and observation copied there,And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmixed with baser matter.
- Yes, by heaven!O most pernicious woman!O villain, villain, smiling, damnèd villain!My tables!—Meet it is I set it down That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain. At least I’m sure it may be so in Denmark.
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