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kingly eyes; when I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto,
Laertes. Know you the hand ?
'Tis Hamlet's character. "Naked ! handwrit And in a postscript here, he says ' alone.'
Laertes. I'm lost in it, my lord. But let him come,
If it be so, Laertes-
Ay, my lord;
King. To thine own peace. If he be now return'd, 60
slag No more to undertake it, I will work him mueven strato che fore, pobere To an exploit now ripe in my device, ela frente ans
Under the which he shall not choose but fall;
- artifice to change
My lord, I will be ruld;
It falls right.
gallant yoés for com ch
What part is that, my lord ?
And to such wondrous doing brought his horse, inanfrade As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur’d
With the brave beast. So far he topp'd my thought caution That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,
Come short of what he did.
A Norman was 't?
The very same.
- was more in the
That he cried out, 't would be a sight indeed, altas
If one could match you ; the scrimers of their nation, fuere,
What out of this, my lord?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
Why ask you this?
There lives within the very flame of love
And nothing is at a like goodness still,
120 respectivele And then this should' is like a spendthrift sigh, the ola zutina wao That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the ulcer : that wrzeu Hamlet comes back; what would you undertake, lust a c omer To show yourself your father's son in deed a foluruh but it on More than in words?
harnej hod. Laertes.
To cut his throat i' the church. King. No place, indeed, should murther sanctuarize ; mundu onorem Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes, waveriemy jour Will you do this, keep close within your chamber. Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home : We'll put on those shall praise your excellence And set a double varnish on the fame The Frenchman gave you; bring you, in fine, together And wager on your heads. He, being remiss, Carelers Most generous and free from all contriving, Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease stan e u Or with a little shuffling, you may choose wheftiy A sword unbated, and in a pass of practice wilcueta hallen. Requite him for your father. Luas recientes
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I will do 't;
And, for that purpose, I 'll anoint my sword.
in the street.
ma cauteng Wear per fu. That is but scratch'd withal; I 'll touch my point
as the inprediar
King.. Let 's further think of this;
- respective shills
"he gives me the stuck"
7. A. Enter QUEEN.
How now, sweet queen)
Laertes. Drown'd! O, where?
Queen. There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them :
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slud arch the perfection for
Laertes. Alas, then, is she drown'd?
Laertes. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, Teis in very
Let 's follow, Gertrude; 190
i hant - "The thing