Hamlet
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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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