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Ghost. I am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, peccues
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg'd 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, som
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, then Pholesai
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand an end, ou end 4. "-bear"
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine ; .

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To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!

of eternity
If thou didst ever thy dear father love-

Hamlet. O God!
Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther.
Hamlet. Murther!

Ghost. Murther 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, thwylaco "O fempengd wedila
May sweep to my revenge.

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Ghost.

. I find thee apt;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Hawke

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Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
'T is 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 a flles see me? center
Rankly abus'd ; but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.
Hamlet.

O my prophetic soul !
My uncle!

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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; selmingly
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 Sune de durer alrango
Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine!
But virtue, as it never will be mov'd,
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, fardee
My custom always in the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, Carelers use one fumiere
With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, possibly liney purier
And in the porches of my ears did pour fuleaf he were
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,
! pour cetind And with a sudden vigour it doth posset lurale, evogelola

And curd, like eager droppings into milk, tour

The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
tie instantaname And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
hine a leper 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,

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helavede No reckoning made, but sent to my account?

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* neufre words and i With all my imperfections on my head :

se fault in alph . O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible ! matinad juding If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not; Las helied - Let not the royal bed of Denmark be

A couch for luxury and damned incest.
lust always
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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.

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Hamlet. ( all you host of heaven! O earth! whal

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! - Tablet

Yea, from the table of my memory foskode I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, wrse fear All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, u I saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, ace bloug war were

ur 100 "huo kumuona fis" That youth and observation copied there;

aeed and in precale
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 ! Teedusoludleen My tables,-meet it is I set it down, hosters and

That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain ;
At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmark. – [Writing.
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It is ‘Adieu, adieu ! remember me.'
I have sworn 't.
Marcellus. ,

{ [Within] My lord, my lord !
Horatio. Š
Marcellus.

[Within] Lord Hamlet! Horatio.

[Within] Heaven secure him! Hamlet. So be it ! Horatio. [Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord! a ergo rewel bepaleon Hamlet. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.

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Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.
Marcellus. How is ’t, my noble lord ?
Horatio.

What news, my lord ?
Hamlet. O, wonderful!
Horatio. Good my lord, tell it.
Hamlet.

No; you will reveal it.
Horatio. Not I, my lord, by heaven.
Marcellus.

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Hamlet. How say you, then; would heart of man once luer

think it? But you 'll be secret ? Horatio. ?

Ay, by heaven, my lord.
Marcellus. S

Hamlet. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he 's an arrant knave.
Horatio. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the

grave
To tell us this.

Hamlet. Why, right: you are i’ the right; And so, without more circumstance at all, circen leren curamney I hold it fit that we shake hands and part: You, as your business and desire shall point you,For every man has business and desire, Such as it is ;-and for mine own poor part, Look you, I 'll go pray.

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Horatio. These are but wild and whirling words, my

lord.
Hamlet. I 'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
Yes, faith, heartily.
Horatio.

There 's no offence, my lord.
Hamlet. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you ;
For your desire to know what is between us,
O’ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,
As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers,
Give me one poor request.

Horatio. What is ’t, my lord ? we will.
Hamlet. Never make known what you have seen to-night.

My lord, we will not.
Marcellus. S
Hamlet. .

Nay, but swear 't.
Horatio.

In faith,
My lord, not I.

Marcellus. Nor I, my lord, in faith.
Hamlet. Upon my sword.
Marcellus.

We have sworn, my lord, already. Hamlet. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. heere the hell Ghost. [Beneath] Swear.

was in the form of a Hamlet. Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so ? art thou there, true

penny?- houest, atawerná felaw , 150 Come on-you hear this fellow in the cellarage- Uud place where Consent to swear.

kellars are made, the Horatio. Propose the oath, my lord. frcuid,

Hamlet. Never to speak of this that you have seen. Swear by my sword.

Ghost. [Beneath] Swear.

Hamlet. Hic et ubique ? then we 'll shift our ground. -
Come hither, gentlemen,
And lay your hands again upon my sword,