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- <h1>Image Gallery</h1>
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- They pretty much the same as the
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+ <li id="chapter0"
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+ class="list-group-item chapter-thumbnail">Hamlet
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+ By William Shakespeare
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+ </li>
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+ <li id="chapter1" class="list-group-item chapter-thumbnail">ACT I
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+ SCENE I.
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+ Elsinore. A platform before the castle.
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+
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+ FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO
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+ BERNARDO
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+ Who's there?
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+ FRANCISCO
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+ Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
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+ BERNARDO
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+ Long live the king!
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+ FRANCISCO
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+ Bernardo?
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+ BERNARDO
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+ He.
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+ FRANCISCO
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+ You come most carefully upon your hour.
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+ BERNARDO
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+ 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.
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+ FRANCISCO
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+ For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
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+ And I am sick at heart.
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+ BERNARDO
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+ Have you had quiet guard?
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+ FRANCISCO
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+ Not a mouse stirring.
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+ BERNARDO
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+ Well, good night.
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+ If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
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+ The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
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+ FRANCISCO
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+ I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?
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+ Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS
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+ HORATIO
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+ Friends to this ground.
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ And liegemen to the Dane.
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+ FRANCISCO
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+ Give you good night.
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ O, farewell, honest soldier:
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+ Who hath relieved you?
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+ FRANCISCO
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+ Bernardo has my place.
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+ Give you good night.
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+ Exit
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+
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ Holla! Bernardo!
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+ BERNARDO
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+ Say,
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+ What, is Horatio there?
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+ HORATIO
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+ A piece of him.
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+ BERNARDO
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+ Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
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+ BERNARDO
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+ I have seen nothing.
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
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+ And will not let belief take hold of him
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+ Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
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+ Therefore I have entreated him along
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+ With us to watch the minutes of this night;
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+ That if again this apparition come,
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+ He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
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+ HORATIO
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+ Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
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+ BERNARDO
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+ Sit down awhile;
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+ And let us once again assail your ears,
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+ That are so fortified against our story
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+ What we have two nights seen.
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+ HORATIO
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+ Well, sit we down,
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+ And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
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+ BERNARDO
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+ Last night of all,
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+ When yond same star that's westward from the pole
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+ Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
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+ Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
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+ The bell then beating one,--
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+ Enter Ghost
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!
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+ BERNARDO
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+ In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
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+ BERNARDO
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+ Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.
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+ HORATIO
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+ Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.
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+ BERNARDO
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+ It would be spoke to.
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ Question it, Horatio.
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+ HORATIO
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+ What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
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+ Together with that fair and warlike form
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+ In which the majesty of buried Denmark
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+ Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ It is offended.
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+ BERNARDO
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+ See, it stalks away!
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+ HORATIO
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+ Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!
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+ Exit Ghost
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
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+ BERNARDO
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+ How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:
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+ Is not this something more than fantasy?
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+ What think you on't?
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+ HORATIO
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+ Before my God, I might not this believe
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+ Without the sensible and true avouch
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+ Of mine own eyes.
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ Is it not like the king?
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+ HORATIO
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+ As thou art to thyself:
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+ Such was the very armour he had on
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+ When he the ambitious Norway combated;
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+ So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
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+ He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
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+ 'Tis strange.
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
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+ With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
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+ HORATIO
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+ In what particular thought to work I know not;
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+ But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
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+ This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
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+ Why this same strict and most observant watch
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+ So nightly toils the subject of the land,
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+ And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
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+ And foreign mart for implements of war;
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+ Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
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+ Does not divide the Sunday from the week;
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+ What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
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+ Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:
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+ Who is't that can inform me?
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+ HORATIO
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+ That can I;
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+ At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
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+ Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
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+ Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
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+ Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
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+ Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet--
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+ For so this side of our known world esteem'd him--
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+ Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,
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+ Well ratified by law and heraldry,
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+ Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
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+ Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:
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+ Against the which, a moiety competent
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+ Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
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+ To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
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+ Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,
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+ And carriage of the article design'd,
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+ His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
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+ Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
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+ Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
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+ Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,
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+ For food and diet, to some enterprise
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+ That hath a stomach in't; which is no other--
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+ As it doth well appear unto our state--
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+ But to recover of us, by strong hand
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+ And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands
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+ So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
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+ Is the main motive of our preparations,
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+ The source of this our watch and the chief head
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+ Of this post-haste and romage in the land.
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+ BERNARDO
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+ I think it be no other but e'en so:
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+ Well may it sort that this portentous figure
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+ Comes armed through our watch; so like the king
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+ That was and is the question of these wars.
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+ HORATIO
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+ A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
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+ In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
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+ A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
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+ The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
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+ Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:
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+ As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
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+ Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
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+ Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
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+ Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:
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+ And even the like precurse of fierce events,
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+ As harbingers preceding still the fates
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+ And prologue to the omen coming on,
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+ Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
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+ Unto our climatures and countrymen.--
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+ But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!
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+ Re-enter Ghost
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+
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+ I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!
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+ If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
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+ Speak to me:
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+ If there be any good thing to be done,
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+ That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
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+ Speak to me:
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+ Cock crows
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+
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+ If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
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+ Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!
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+ Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
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+ Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
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+ For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
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+ Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
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+ HORATIO
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+ Do, if it will not stand.
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+ BERNARDO
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+ 'Tis here!
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+ HORATIO
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+ 'Tis here!
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ 'Tis gone!
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+ Exit Ghost
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+ We do it wrong, being so majestical,
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+ To offer it the show of violence;
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+ For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
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+ And our vain blows malicious mockery.
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+ BERNARDO
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+ It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
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+ HORATIO
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+ And then it started like a guilty thing
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+ Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
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+ The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
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+ Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
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+ Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
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+ Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
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+ The extravagant and erring spirit hies
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+ To his confine: and of the truth herein
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+ This present object made probation.
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ It faded on the crowing of the cock.
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+ Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
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+ Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
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+ The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
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+ And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
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+ The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
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+ No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
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+ So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
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+ HORATIO
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+ So have I heard and do in part believe it.
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+ But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
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+ Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:
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+ Break we our watch up; and by my advice,
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+ Let us impart what we have seen to-night
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+ Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
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+ This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
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+ Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
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+ As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know
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+ Where we shall find him most conveniently.
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+ Exeunt
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+ </li>
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+ <li id="chapter2" class="list-group-item chapter-thumbnail">SCENE II.
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+ A room of state in the castle.
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+ Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET,
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+ POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND,
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+ CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants
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+ KING CLAUDIUS
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+ Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
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+ The memory be green, and that it us befitted
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+ To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom
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+ To be contracted in one brow of woe,
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+ Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
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+ That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
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+ Together with remembrance of ourselves.
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+ Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
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+ The imperial jointress to this warlike state,
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+ Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,--
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+ With an auspicious and a dropping eye,
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+ With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
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+ In equal scale weighing delight and dole,--
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+ Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd
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+ Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
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+ With this affair along. For all, our thanks.
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+ Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,
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+ Holding a weak supposal of our worth,
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+ Or thinking by our late dear brother's death
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+ Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
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+ Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,
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+ He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
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+ Importing the surrender of those lands
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+ Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,
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+ To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
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+ Now for ourself and for this time of meeting:
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+ Thus much the business is: we have here writ
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+ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,--
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+ Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
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+ Of this his nephew's purpose,--to suppress
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+ His further gait herein; in that the levies,
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+ The lists and full proportions, are all made
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+ Out of his subject: and we here dispatch
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+ You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,
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+ For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;
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+ Giving to you no further personal power
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+ To business with the king, more than the scope
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+ Of these delated articles allow.
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+ Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.
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+ CORNELIUS VOLTIMAND
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+ In that and all things will we show our duty.
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+ KING CLAUDIUS
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+ We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.
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+ Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS
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+
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+ And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
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+ You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes?
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+ You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,
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+ And loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,
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+ That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
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+ The head is not more native to the heart,
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+ The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
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+ Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
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+ What wouldst thou have, Laertes?
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+ LAERTES
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+ My dread lord,
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+ Your leave and favour to return to France;
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+ From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,
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+ To show my duty in your coronation,
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+ Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
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+ My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France
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+ And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.
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+ KING CLAUDIUS
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+ Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?
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+ LORD POLONIUS
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+ He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
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+ By laboursome petition, and at last
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+ Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:
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+ I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
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+ KING CLAUDIUS
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+ Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
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+ And thy best graces spend it at thy will!
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+ But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,--
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+ HAMLET
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+ [Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind.
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+ KING CLAUDIUS
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+ How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
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+ HAMLET
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+ Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.
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+ QUEEN GERTRUDE
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+ Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
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+ And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
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+ Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
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+ Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
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+ Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,
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+ Passing through nature to eternity.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Ay, madam, it is common.
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+ QUEEN GERTRUDE
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+ If it be,
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+ Why seems it so particular with thee?
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+ HAMLET
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+ Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'
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+ 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
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+ Nor customary suits of solemn black,
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+ Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
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+ No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
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+ Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,
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+ Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
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+ That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,
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+ For they are actions that a man might play:
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+ But I have that within which passeth show;
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+ These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
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+ KING CLAUDIUS
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+ 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
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+ To give these mourning duties to your father:
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+ But, you must know, your father lost a father;
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+ That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
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+ In filial obligation for some term
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+ To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever
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+ In obstinate condolement is a course
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+ Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief;
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+ It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
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+ A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
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+ An understanding simple and unschool'd:
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+ For what we know must be and is as common
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+ As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
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+ Why should we in our peevish opposition
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+ Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,
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+ A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
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+ To reason most absurd: whose common theme
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+ Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
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+ From the first corse till he that died to-day,
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+ 'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth
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+ This unprevailing woe, and think of us
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+ As of a father: for let the world take note,
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+ You are the most immediate to our throne;
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+ And with no less nobility of love
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+ Than that which dearest father bears his son,
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+ Do I impart toward you. For your intent
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+ In going back to school in Wittenberg,
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+ It is most retrograde to our desire:
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+ And we beseech you, bend you to remain
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+ Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
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+ Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
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+ QUEEN GERTRUDE
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+ Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:
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+ I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.
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+ HAMLET
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+ I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
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+ KING CLAUDIUS
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+ Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:
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+ Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;
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+ This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet
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+ Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,
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+ No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,
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+ But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
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+ And the king's rouse the heavens all bruit again,
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+ Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.
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+ Exeunt all but HAMLET
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+
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+ HAMLET
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+ O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
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+ Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
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+ Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
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+ His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
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+ How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
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+ Seem to me all the uses of this world!
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+ Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
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+ That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
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+ Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
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+ But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
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+ So excellent a king; that was, to this,
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+ Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
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+ That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
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+ Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
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+ Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
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+ As if increase of appetite had grown
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+ By what it fed on: and yet, within a month--
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+ Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--
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+ A little month, or ere those shoes were old
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+ With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
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+ Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--
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+ O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
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+ Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,
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+ My father's brother, but no more like my father
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+ Than I to Hercules: within a month:
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+ Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
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+ Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
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+ She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
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+ With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
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+ It is not nor it cannot come to good:
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+ But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.
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+ Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO
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+
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+ HORATIO
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+ Hail to your lordship!
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+ HAMLET
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+ I am glad to see you well:
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+ Horatio,--or I do forget myself.
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+ HORATIO
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+ The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:
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+ And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ My good lord--
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+ HAMLET
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+ I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.
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+ But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
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+ HORATIO
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+ A truant disposition, good my lord.
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+ HAMLET
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+ I would not hear your enemy say so,
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+ Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
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+ To make it truster of your own report
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+ Against yourself: I know you are no truant.
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+ But what is your affair in Elsinore?
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+ We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
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+ HORATIO
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+ My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
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+ HAMLET
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+ I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
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+ I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
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+ HORATIO
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+ Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
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+ Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
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+ Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
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+ Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
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+ My father!--methinks I see my father.
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+ HORATIO
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+ Where, my lord?
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+ HAMLET
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+ In my mind's eye, Horatio.
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+ HORATIO
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+ I saw him once; he was a goodly king.
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+ HAMLET
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+ He was a man, take him for all in all,
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+ I shall not look upon his like again.
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+ HORATIO
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+ My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Saw? who?
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+ HORATIO
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+ My lord, the king your father.
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+ HAMLET
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+ The king my father!
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+ HORATIO
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+ Season your admiration for awhile
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+ With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
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+ Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
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+ This marvel to you.
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+ HAMLET
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+ For God's love, let me hear.
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+ HORATIO
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+ Two nights together had these gentlemen,
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+ Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
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|
+ In the dead vast and middle of the night,
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+ Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,
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|
+ Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
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+ Appears before them, and with solemn march
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|
+ Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd
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+ By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,
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+ Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilled
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+ Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
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+ Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me
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+ In dreadful secrecy impart they did;
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+ And I with them the third night kept the watch;
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|
+ Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,
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+ Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
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+ The apparition comes: I knew your father;
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+ These hands are not more like.
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|
+ HAMLET
|
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+ But where was this?
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
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+ HAMLET
|
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|
+ Did you not speak to it?
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+ HORATIO
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+ My lord, I did;
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+ But answer made it none: yet once methought
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+ It lifted up its head and did address
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+ Itself to motion, like as it would speak;
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+ But even then the morning cock crew loud,
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+ And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
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+ And vanish'd from our sight.
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+ HAMLET
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+ 'Tis very strange.
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+ HORATIO
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+ As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
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+ And we did think it writ down in our duty
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+ To let you know of it.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
|
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|
+ Hold you the watch to-night?
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+ MARCELLUS BERNARDO
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+ We do, my lord.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Arm'd, say you?
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+ MARCELLUS BERNARDO
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+ Arm'd, my lord.
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+ HAMLET
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+ From top to toe?
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+ MARCELLUS BERNARDO
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+ My lord, from head to foot.
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+ HAMLET
|
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|
+ Then saw you not his face?
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+ HORATIO
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+ O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.
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+ HAMLET
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+ What, look'd he frowningly?
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+ HORATIO
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+ A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Pale or red?
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+ HORATIO
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+ Nay, very pale.
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+ HAMLET
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+ And fix'd his eyes upon you?
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+ HORATIO
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+ Most constantly.
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+ HAMLET
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+ I would I had been there.
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+ HORATIO
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+ It would have much amazed you.
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|
+ HAMLET
|
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+ Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?
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+ HORATIO
|
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+ While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
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+ MARCELLUS BERNARDO
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|
+ Longer, longer.
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+ HORATIO
|
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+ Not when I saw't.
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+ HAMLET
|
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+ His beard was grizzled--no?
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+ HORATIO
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+ It was, as I have seen it in his life,
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+ A sable silver'd.
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+ HAMLET
|
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+ I will watch to-night;
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+ Perchance 'twill walk again.
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+ HORATIO
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+ I warrant it will.
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+ HAMLET
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+ If it assume my noble father's person,
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+ I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
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+ And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
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+ If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
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|
+ Let it be tenable in your silence still;
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|
+ And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
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+ Give it an understanding, but no tongue:
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+ I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:
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+ Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
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+ I'll visit you.
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+ All
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+ Our duty to your honour.
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+ HAMLET
|
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+ Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.
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+ Exeunt all but HAMLET
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+
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+ My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;
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|
+ I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!
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|
+ Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,
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+ Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
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+ Exit
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+ </li>
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+ <li id="chapter3" class="list-group-item chapter-thumbnail">SCENE III.
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+ A room in Polonius' house.
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+
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+ Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA
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+ LAERTES
|
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+ My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:
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+ And, sister, as the winds give benefit
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|
+ And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
|
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|
+ But let me hear from you.
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+ OPHELIA
|
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+ Do you doubt that?
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+ LAERTES
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+ For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,
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+ Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
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+ A violet in the youth of primy nature,
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+ Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
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+ The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
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+ OPHELIA
|
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+ No more but so?
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+ LAERTES
|
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+ Think it no more;
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+ For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
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+ In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,
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+ The inward service of the mind and soul
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+ Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
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+ And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
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+ The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
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|
+ His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
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+ For he himself is subject to his birth:
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+ He may not, as unvalued persons do,
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+ Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
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+ The safety and health of this whole state;
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+ And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
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|
+ Unto the voice and yielding of that body
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+ Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
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+ It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
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+ As he in his particular act and place
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|
+ May give his saying deed; which is no further
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|
+ Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
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|
+ Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
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|
+ If with too credent ear you list his songs,
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|
+ Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
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|
+ To his unmaster'd importunity.
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|
+ Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
|
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|
+ And keep you in the rear of your affection,
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|
+ Out of the shot and danger of desire.
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|
+ The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
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|
+ If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
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|
+ Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
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|
+ The canker galls the infants of the spring,
|
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|
+ Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
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|
+ And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
|
|
|
+ Contagious blastments are most imminent.
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|
+ Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
|
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|
+ Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
|
|
|
+ OPHELIA
|
|
|
+ I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
|
|
|
+ As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
|
|
|
+ Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
|
|
|
+ Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
|
|
|
+ Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
|
|
|
+ Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
|
|
|
+ And recks not his own rede.
|
|
|
+ LAERTES
|
|
|
+ O, fear me not.
|
|
|
+ I stay too long: but here my father comes.
|
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|
+ Enter POLONIUS
|
|
|
+
|
|
|
+ A double blessing is a double grace,
|
|
|
+ Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
|
|
|
+ LORD POLONIUS
|
|
|
+ Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!
|
|
|
+ The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
|
|
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+ And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
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+ And these few precepts in thy memory
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+ See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
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+ Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
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+ Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
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+ Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
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+ Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
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+ But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
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+ Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
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+ Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
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+ Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
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+ Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
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+ Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
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+ Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
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+ But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
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+ For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
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+ And they in France of the best rank and station
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+ Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
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+ Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
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+ For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
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+ And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
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+ This above all: to thine ownself be true,
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+ And it must follow, as the night the day,
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+ Thou canst not then be false to any man.
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+ Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
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+ LAERTES
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+ Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
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+ LORD POLONIUS
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+ The time invites you; go; your servants tend.
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+ LAERTES
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+ Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well
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+ What I have said to you.
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+ OPHELIA
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+ 'Tis in my memory lock'd,
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+ And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
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+ LAERTES
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+ Farewell.
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+ Exit
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+
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+ LORD POLONIUS
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+ What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?
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+ OPHELIA
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+ So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
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+ LORD POLONIUS
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+ Marry, well bethought:
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+ 'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
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+ Given private time to you; and you yourself
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+ Have of your audience been most free and bounteous:
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+ If it be so, as so 'tis put on me,
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+ And that in way of caution, I must tell you,
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+ You do not understand yourself so clearly
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+ As it behoves my daughter and your honour.
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+ What is between you? give me up the truth.
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+ OPHELIA
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+ He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
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+ Of his affection to me.
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+ LORD POLONIUS
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+ Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,
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+ Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
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+ Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
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+ OPHELIA
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+ I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
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+ LORD POLONIUS
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+ Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;
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+ That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,
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+ Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
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+ Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
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+ Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool.
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+ OPHELIA
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+ My lord, he hath importuned me with love
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+ In honourable fashion.
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+ LORD POLONIUS
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+ Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.
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+ OPHELIA
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+ And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
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+ With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
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+ LORD POLONIUS
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+ Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
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+ When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
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+ Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,
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+ Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,
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+ Even in their promise, as it is a-making,
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+ You must not take for fire. From this time
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+ Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;
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+ Set your entreatments at a higher rate
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+ Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
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+ Believe so much in him, that he is young
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+ And with a larger tether may he walk
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+ Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,
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+ Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
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+ Not of that dye which their investments show,
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+ But mere implorators of unholy suits,
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+ Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
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+ The better to beguile. This is for all:
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+ I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
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+ Have you so slander any moment leisure,
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+ As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
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+ Look to't, I charge you: come your ways.
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+ OPHELIA
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+ I shall obey, my lord.
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+ Exeunt
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+ </li>
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|
+ <li id="chapter4" class="list-group-item chapter-thumbnail">SCENE IV.
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+ The platform.
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+
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+ Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS
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+ HAMLET
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+ The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
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+ HORATIO
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+ It is a nipping and an eager air.
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+ HAMLET
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+ What hour now?
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+ HORATIO
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+ I think it lacks of twelve.
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+ HAMLET
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+ No, it is struck.
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+ HORATIO
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+ Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season
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+ Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
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+ A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within
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+
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+ What does this mean, my lord?
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|
+ HAMLET
|
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+ The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
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+ Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;
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+ And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
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+ The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
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+ The triumph of his pledge.
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+ HORATIO
|
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+ Is it a custom?
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+ HAMLET
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+ Ay, marry, is't:
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+ But to my mind, though I am native here
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|
+ And to the manner born, it is a custom
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+ More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
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+ This heavy-headed revel east and west
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|
+ Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:
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|
+ They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
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|
+ Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
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|
+ From our achievements, though perform'd at height,
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+ The pith and marrow of our attribute.
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|
+ So, oft it chances in particular men,
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+ That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
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+ As, in their birth--wherein they are not guilty,
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+ Since nature cannot choose his origin--
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+ By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
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+ Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
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+ Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens
|
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|
+ The form of plausive manners, that these men,
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|
+ Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
|
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|
+ Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,--
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|
+ Their virtues else--be they as pure as grace,
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|
+ As infinite as man may undergo--
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|
+ Shall in the general censure take corruption
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|
+ From that particular fault: the dram of eale
|
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|
+ Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
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|
+ To his own scandal.
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+ HORATIO
|
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+ Look, my lord, it comes!
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|
+ Enter Ghost
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|
+
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+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
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|
+ Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
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|
+ Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
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|
+ Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
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|
|
+ Thou comest in such a questionable shape
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|
+ That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,
|
|
|
+ King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
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|
|
+ Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
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|
|
+ Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
|
|
|
+ Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
|
|
|
+ Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
|
|
|
+ Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
|
|
|
+ To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
|
|
|
+ That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
|
|
|
+ Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
|
|
|
+ Making night hideous; and we fools of nature
|
|
|
+ So horridly to shake our disposition
|
|
|
+ With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
|
|
|
+ Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
|
|
|
+ Ghost beckons HAMLET
|
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|
+
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|
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+ HORATIO
|
|
|
+ It beckons you to go away with it,
|
|
|
+ As if it some impartment did desire
|
|
|
+ To you alone.
|
|
|
+ MARCELLUS
|
|
|
+ Look, with what courteous action
|
|
|
+ It waves you to a more removed ground:
|
|
|
+ But do not go with it.
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|
|
+ HORATIO
|
|
|
+ No, by no means.
|
|
|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ It will not speak; then I will follow it.
|
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|
+ HORATIO
|
|
|
+ Do not, my lord.
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|
|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ Why, what should be the fear?
|
|
|
+ I do not set my life in a pin's fee;
|
|
|
+ And for my soul, what can it do to that,
|
|
|
+ Being a thing immortal as itself?
|
|
|
+ It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.
|
|
|
+ HORATIO
|
|
|
+ What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
|
|
|
+ Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
|
|
|
+ That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
|
|
|
+ And there assume some other horrible form,
|
|
|
+ Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
|
|
|
+ And draw you into madness? think of it:
|
|
|
+ The very place puts toys of desperation,
|
|
|
+ Without more motive, into every brain
|
|
|
+ That looks so many fathoms to the sea
|
|
|
+ And hears it roar beneath.
|
|
|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ It waves me still.
|
|
|
+ Go on; I'll follow thee.
|
|
|
+ MARCELLUS
|
|
|
+ You shall not go, my lord.
|
|
|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ Hold off your hands.
|
|
|
+ HORATIO
|
|
|
+ Be ruled; you shall not go.
|
|
|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ My fate cries out,
|
|
|
+ And makes each petty artery in this body
|
|
|
+ As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
|
|
|
+ Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.
|
|
|
+ By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
|
|
|
+ I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee.
|
|
|
+ Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET
|
|
|
+
|
|
|
+ HORATIO
|
|
|
+ He waxes desperate with imagination.
|
|
|
+ MARCELLUS
|
|
|
+ Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
|
|
|
+ HORATIO
|
|
|
+ Have after. To what issue will this come?
|
|
|
+ MARCELLUS
|
|
|
+ Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
|
|
|
+ HORATIO
|
|
|
+ Heaven will direct it.
|
|
|
+ MARCELLUS
|
|
|
+ Nay, let's follow him.
|
|
|
+ Exeunt
|
|
|
+ </li>
|
|
|
+ <li id="chapter4" class="list-group-item chapter-thumbnail">SCENE V.
|
|
|
+ Another part of the platform.
|
|
|
+
|
|
|
+ Enter GHOST and HAMLET
|
|
|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.
|
|
|
+ Ghost
|
|
|
+ Mark me.
|
|
|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ I will.
|
|
|
+ Ghost
|
|
|
+ My hour is almost come,
|
|
|
+ When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
|
|
|
+ Must render up myself.
|
|
|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ Alas, poor ghost!
|
|
|
+ Ghost
|
|
|
+ Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
|
|
|
+ To what I shall unfold.
|
|
|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ Speak; I am bound to hear.
|
|
|
+ Ghost
|
|
|
+ So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
|
|
|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ What?
|
|
|
+ Ghost
|
|
|
+ I am thy father's spirit,
|
|
|
+ Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
|
|
|
+ And for the day confined to fast in fires,
|
|
|
+ Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
|
|
|
+ Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
|
|
|
+ To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
|
|
|
+ I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
|
|
|
+ Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
|
|
|
+ Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
|
|
|
+ Thy knotted and combined locks to part
|
|
|
+ And each particular hair to stand on end,
|
|
|
+ Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
|
|
|
+ But this eternal blazon must not be
|
|
|
+ To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
|
|
|
+ If thou didst ever thy dear father love--
|
|
|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ O God!
|
|
|
+ Ghost
|
|
|
+ Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
|
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|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ Murder!
|
|
|
+ Ghost
|
|
|
+ Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
|
|
|
+ But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
|
|
|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
|
|
|
+ As meditation or the thoughts of love,
|
|
|
+ May sweep to my revenge.
|
|
|
+ Ghost
|
|
|
+ I find thee apt;
|
|
|
+ And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
|
|
|
+ That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
|
|
|
+ Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
|
|
|
+ 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
|
|
|
+ A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
|
|
|
+ Is by a forged process of my death
|
|
|
+ Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
|
|
|
+ The serpent that did sting thy father's life
|
|
|
+ Now wears his crown.
|
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|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
|
|
|
+ Ghost
|
|
|
+ Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
|
|
|
+ With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,--
|
|
|
+ O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
|
|
|
+ So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust
|
|
|
+ The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
|
|
|
+ O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
|
|
|
+ From me, whose love was of that dignity
|
|
|
+ That it went hand in hand even with the vow
|
|
|
+ I made to her in marriage, and to decline
|
|
|
+ Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
|
|
|
+ To those of mine!
|
|
|
+ But virtue, as it never will be moved,
|
|
|
+ Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
|
|
|
+ So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
|
|
|
+ Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
|
|
|
+ And prey on garbage.
|
|
|
+ But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
|
|
|
+ Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
|
|
|
+ My custom always of the afternoon,
|
|
|
+ Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
|
|
|
+ With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
|
|
|
+ And in the porches of my ears did pour
|
|
|
+ The leperous distilment; whose effect
|
|
|
+ Holds such an enmity with blood of man
|
|
|
+ That swift as quicksilver it courses through
|
|
|
+ The natural gates and alleys of the body,
|
|
|
+ And with a sudden vigour doth posset
|
|
|
+ And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
|
|
|
+ The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
|
|
|
+ And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
|
|
|
+ Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
|
|
|
+ All my smooth body.
|
|
|
+ Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
|
|
|
+ Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:
|
|
|
+ Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
|
|
|
+ Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
|
|
|
+ No reckoning made, but sent to my account
|
|
|
+ With all my imperfections on my head:
|
|
|
+ O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
|
|
|
+ If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
|
|
|
+ Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
|
|
|
+ A couch for luxury and damned incest.
|
|
|
+ But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
|
|
|
+ Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
|
|
|
+ Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
|
|
|
+ And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
|
|
|
+ To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
|
|
|
+ The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
|
|
|
+ And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
|
|
|
+ Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.
|
|
|
+ Exit
|
|
|
+
|
|
|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
|
|
|
+ And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
|
|
|
+ And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
|
|
|
+ But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
|
|
|
+ Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
|
|
|
+ In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
|
|
|
+ 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,
|
|
|
+ Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
|
|
|
+ O most pernicious woman!
|
|
|
+ O villain, villain, smiling, damned 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:
|
|
|
+ Writing
|
|
|
+
|
|
|
+ So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
|
|
|
+ It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'
|
|
|
+ I have sworn 't.
|
|
|
+ MARCELLUS HORATIO
|
|
|
+ [Within] My lord, my lord,--
|
|
|
+ MARCELLUS
|
|
|
+ [Within] Lord Hamlet,--
|
|
|
+ HORATIO
|
|
|
+ [Within] Heaven secure him!
|
|
|
+ HAMLET
|
|
|
+ So be it!
|
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|
+ HORATIO
|
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+ [Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
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+ HAMLET
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+ Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
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+ Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS
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+
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ How is't, my noble lord?
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+ HORATIO
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+ What news, my lord?
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+ HAMLET
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+ O, wonderful!
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+ HORATIO
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+ Good my lord, tell it.
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+ HAMLET
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+ No; you'll reveal it.
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+ HORATIO
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+ Not I, my lord, by heaven.
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ Nor I, my lord.
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+ HAMLET
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+ How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
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+ But you'll be secret?
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+ HORATIO MARCELLUS
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+ Ay, by heaven, my lord.
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+ HAMLET
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+ There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
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+ But he's an arrant knave.
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+ HORATIO
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+ There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
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+ To tell us this.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Why, right; you are i' the right;
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+ And so, without more circumstance at all,
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+ I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
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+ You, as your business and desire shall point you;
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+ For every man has business and desire,
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+ Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
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+ Look you, I'll go pray.
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+ HORATIO
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+ These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
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+ HAMLET
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+ I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
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+ Yes, 'faith heartily.
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+ HORATIO
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+ There's no offence, my lord.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
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+ And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
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+ It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:
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+ For your desire to know what is between us,
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+ O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,
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+ As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
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+ Give me one poor request.
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+ HORATIO
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+ What is't, my lord? we will.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Never make known what you have seen to-night.
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+ HORATIO MARCELLUS
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+ My lord, we will not.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Nay, but swear't.
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+ HORATIO
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+ In faith,
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+ My lord, not I.
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ Nor I, my lord, in faith.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Upon my sword.
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+ MARCELLUS
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+ We have sworn, my lord, already.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
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+ Ghost
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+ [Beneath] Swear.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there,
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+ truepenny?
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+ Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage--
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+ Consent to swear.
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+ HORATIO
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+ Propose the oath, my lord.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Never to speak of this that you have seen,
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+ Swear by my sword.
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+ Ghost
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+ [Beneath] Swear.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground.
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+ Come hither, gentlemen,
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+ And lay your hands again upon my sword:
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+ Never to speak of this that you have heard,
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+ Swear by my sword.
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+ Ghost
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+ [Beneath] Swear.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast?
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+ A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
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+ HORATIO
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+ O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
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+ HAMLET
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+ And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
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+ There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
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+ Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;
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+ Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
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+ How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,
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+ As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
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+ To put an antic disposition on,
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+ That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
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+ With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
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+ Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
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+ As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,'
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+ Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,'
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+ Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
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+ That you know aught of me: this not to do,
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+ So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.
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+ Ghost
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+ [Beneath] Swear.
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+ HAMLET
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+ Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
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+ They swear
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+
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+ So, gentlemen,
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+ With all my love I do commend me to you:
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+ And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
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+ May do, to express his love and friending to you,
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+ God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
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+ And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
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+ The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
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+ That ever I was born to set it right!
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+ Nay, come, let's go together.
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+ Exeunt
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+ </li>
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+ </ul>
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+ </div>
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+
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+ <!--
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+ This contains the main reader view
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+ that will show the whole chapter.
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+ It is currently empty because we will
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+ fill in using JavaScript
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+ -->
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+ <div class="col-md-9">
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+ <!--
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+ well is a bootstrap class for creating
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+ a nice container box
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+ The id, mainViewer is for our use
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+ -->
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+ <div class="well" id="mainViewer" >
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+ </div>
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</div>
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+
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</div>
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+
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</div>
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- <script>
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- // Whether the slideshow is paused or not.
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- var paused = false;
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-
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- // when we click on the thumbnail
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- // we set the src attribute of the
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- // big image to be the same as the
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- // src of the image we have clicked on.
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- $(".crop-img").click(function(){
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- $("#bigImage").attr('src',
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- $(this).attr('src'));
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- });
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-
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- // The counter variable that keeps track of which image you are showing.
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- var counter = 1;
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-
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- // Virtually click on the current image to load it into the big image.
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- $("#image" + counter).click();
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-
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- // When you click on the backwards button select the previous image
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- $("#backward").click(function () {
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- // Go back one in the counter.
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- counter--;
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-
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- // If we are below 1 (the first image) loop round to 4 (the last image).
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- if (counter < 1) {
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- counter = 4;
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- }
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-
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- // Virtually click on the current image to load it into the big image.
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- $("#image" + counter).click();
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- });
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-
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- // When you click on the backwards button select the next image.
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- $("#forward").click(function () {
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- // Go forward one in the counter.
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- counter++;
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-
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- // If we are above 4 (the last image) loop round to 1 (the first image).
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- if (counter > 4) {
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- counter = 1;
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- }
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-
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- // Virtually click on the current image to load it into the big image.
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- $("#image" + counter).click();
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- });
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-
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- // When you click the big image toggle pausing. Set paused to not paused,
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- // i.e. if it is paused set it to not paused, if it is not paused set it
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- // to paused.
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- $("#bigImage").click(function () {
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- paused = !paused;
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- });
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-
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- // Set interval makes it move forward every 3 second.
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- setInterval(function () {
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- // First check if it is paused.
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- if (!paused) {
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- // Virtual click the forward button.
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- $("#forward").click();
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- }
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- }, 3000);
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- </script>
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- </body>
|
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+ <script>
|
|
|
+ // this is a variable to keep track
|
|
|
+ // of which chapter we are on
|
|
|
+ var counter = 0;
|
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+
|
|
|
+ // when we click on a chapter thumbnail
|
|
|
+ // it displays that chapter
|
|
|
+ // this code is pretty similar to the
|
|
|
+ // image gallery, but I've added some code
|
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|
+ // to update the counter
|
|
|
+ $(".chapter-thumbnail").click(function(){
|
|
|
+ // copy the html from the thumbnail (this)
|
|
|
+ // to the main viwer
|
|
|
+ $("#mainViewer").html(
|
|
|
+ $(this).html());
|
|
|
+
|
|
|
+ // get the id of this element so we can
|
|
|
+ // get hold of its number
|
|
|
+ var id = $(this).attr("id");
|
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|
+
|
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|
+ // set the counter to the number of the
|
|
|
+ // chapter we selected.
|
|
|
+ // We get this by taking the last charcter
|
|
|
+ // of the id and convert it to a number
|
|
|
+ // id.slice gets a subsection of the string
|
|
|
+ // passing in -1 means we get just the
|
|
|
+ // last character
|
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|
+ // parseInt converts it to a number (integer)
|
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|
+ counter = parseInt(id.slice(-1));
|
|
|
+ });
|
|
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+
|
|
|
+ // virtually click the first chapter to select it
|
|
|
+ $("#chapter"+counter).click();
|
|
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+
|
|
|
+ // when we click on the main viewer we want to
|
|
|
+ // move forward or backward in the
|
|
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+ // chapter
|
|
|
+ $("#mainViewer").click(function (event){
|
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+
|
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|
+ // move forward if we click to the right
|
|
|
+ // or backward if we click to the left
|
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+
|
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+ // event.offsetX is the horizontal
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+ // position of the mouse inside the
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+ // element we have clicked on,
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+ // it will be between 0
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+ // and the width of the element
|
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+
|
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+ // $(this).width()*0.3 is 30% of
|
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+ // the with of the element
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+
|
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+ // if event.offsetX is less than
|
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+ // 30% of the width, it means it is
|
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+ // on the left hand side
|
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+ if(event.offsetX
|
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|
+ < $(this).width()*0.3){
|
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+ // if we've clicked on the left
|
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+ // go back
|
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+ counter = counter - 1;
|
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+ } else {
|
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+ // if we've clicked on the right
|
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+ // go forwards
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+ counter = counter + 1;
|
|
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+ }
|
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+
|
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+ // If we've gone below 0 it means
|
|
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+ // we were at the beginning, and
|
|
|
+ // should just stay at zero
|
|
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+ if(counter < 0){
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+ counter = 0;
|
|
|
+ }
|
|
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+
|
|
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+ // $(".chapter-thumbnail").length
|
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|
+ // is the number of elements that
|
|
|
+ // match the selector .chapter-thumbnail
|
|
|
+ // i.e. the number of chapter thumbnails
|
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|
+ // if counter is equal to or more than
|
|
|
+ // the number of thumbnails it means
|
|
|
+ // we've gone past the last chapter which
|
|
|
+ // is $(".chapter-thumbnail").length-1
|
|
|
+ // (because we start counting at 0)
|
|
|
+ if(counter >=
|
|
|
+ $(".chapter-thumbnail").length){
|
|
|
+ counter =
|
|
|
+ $(".chapter-thumbnail").length-1;
|
|
|
+ }
|
|
|
+
|
|
|
+ // we get the id of the chapter thumbnail
|
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+ // we want by putting counter on the end
|
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|
+ // of it.
|
|
|
+ // we can do a virtual click on the
|
|
|
+ // chapter thumbnail to select it
|
|
|
+ $("#chapter"+counter).click();
|
|
|
+ });
|
|
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+
|
|
|
+ </script>
|
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+
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|
+ </body>
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</html>
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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