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That spirit resembles the dead King Hamlet!
Thou art a scholar. Speak to it, Horatio.
You must know your father lost a father, That father lost, lost his. 'Tis unmanly grief.
My father is dead! and My own mother married my uncle, my father's brother. How could you!?
To be or not to be, that is the question...
I loved you not. Get thee to a nunnery!
After everything we've been through, why would you cast me out?
I can't watch this play anymore. Turn on the lights!
Now I know he is the one who murdered my father.
It's just as horrible an act to marry my father's brother so soon after his passing. Sleep with Claudius no longer.
Oh, I am slain.
Hamlet! How dare you slay Polonius! This is a horrible act!
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