Hamlet
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- In the same figure, like the King that's dead.
- Unto young Hamlet, for upon my life, This spirit dumb to us, will speak to him
- Thrift, thrift Horatio! The funeral baked meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables
- Here lies Old Hamlet, R.I.P
- O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set right
- The serpant that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown
- The King rises.
- I like him not nor stands it safe with us To let his madness range.... he to England shall along with you.
- Now might I do it, pat now he is praying; And now I'll do't
- Forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my sum
- O, my offence is rank: it smells to heaven.....A brother's murder
- O, I am slain!
- By letters congruing to that effect The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England!
- I'll touch my point with this contagion, that if I gall him slightly, It may be death.
- I am justly killed with mine own treachery
- It is the poisoned cup! It is too late.
- [LAERTUS wounds HAMLET, then in scuffling, they change rapiers and HAMLET wounds LAERTUS]
- The point! Envenomed too! Then, venom, to thy work.
- Treason! Treason!
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