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Never to speak of this that you have heard.
Horatio. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Pane turer receive it wilt-Hamlet. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. were cablut sat doubta. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, da
he cas first szel Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Wot lwpbeatie: Geosy roles But come;
To put an antic disposition on,- Cerverned with an ante
That you know aught of me: this not to do,
Ghost. [Beneath] Swear.
Hamlet. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit !-So, gentlemen,
May do, to express his love and friending to you, freludle he was stan God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO.
Reynaldo. I will, my lord.
Before you visit him, to make inquire
Reynaldo. My lord, I did intend it. :
Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris,
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Reynaldo. Ay, very well, my lord.
Polonius. ‘And in part him; but' you may say 'not well;
As gaming, my lord.
Reynald?. My lord, that would dishonour him.
Polonius. Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge. a deeper second You must not put another scandal on him,
That he is open to incontinency; alter That 's not my meaning : but breathe his faults so quaintly artfully
That they may seem the taints of liberty, "The Tauers buecement
Ay, my lord,
Marry, sir, here's my drift;
out, my good lord._pdang melee are a
Very good, my lord.
Reynaldo. At "closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,'
Polonius. At "closes in the consequence,' ay, marry;
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- ball was time they ones So, by my former lecture and advice,
Reynaldo. My lord, I have.
God be wi' you ; fare you well.
Forever and deser stredaus "Quruwe his
Well, my lord.
How now, Ophelia ! what 's the matter?
Polonius. With what, i' the name of God ? Clawober Ophelia. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, the direlace that ang mwl Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd; Nyawler's ruiker, surm. Evo chew No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, wek? Where too had truebo Cache tree Jest Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ankle; perdier, tous bu olul Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; haso, otrote lees
lenfidence in And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell
И алу .. To speak of horrors,-he comes before me.
ce of beka tena Polonius. Mad for thy love?
tus appearance Ophelia.
My lord, I do not know;
What said he?
He falls to such perusal of my face
At last, a little shaking of mine arm,
Polonius. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king.
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