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For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. Ber. Have you
had quiet guard Fran. Not a mouse stirring. Ber. Well, good night. B 2 (25) If you
do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK. ..
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For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. Ber. Have you
had quiet guard Fran. Not a mouse stirring. Ber. Well, good night. B 2 (25) If you
do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK. ..
.
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A Room of State. Enter the King, Queen, HAMLET, Polo NIUs, LAERTEs,
VoITIMAND, CoRNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants. Ring. Though yet of Hamlet our
dear brother's death . The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear our
hearts ...
A Room of State. Enter the King, Queen, HAMLET, Polo NIUs, LAERTEs,
VoITIMAND, CoRNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants. Ring. Though yet of Hamlet our
dear brother's death . The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear our
hearts ...
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To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow
of woe ; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, That we with wisest sorrow
think on him, Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime ...
To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow
of woe ; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, That we with wisest sorrow
think on him, Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime ...
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You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, And lose your voice : what would'st thou
beg, Laertes, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking 2 The head is not more
native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne ...
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, And lose your voice : what would'st thou
beg, Laertes, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking 2 The head is not more
native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne ...
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An understanding simple and unschool'd : For what, we know, must be, and is as
common As any, the most vulgar, thing to sense, Why should we, in our peevish
opposition, Take it to heart Fie! 'tis a fault to Heaven, A fault against the dead, ...
An understanding simple and unschool'd : For what, we know, must be, and is as
common As any, the most vulgar, thing to sense, Why should we, in our peevish
opposition, Take it to heart Fie! 'tis a fault to Heaven, A fault against the dead, ...
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| Title | THE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE VOL. XI |
| Author | RICHARD GRANT WHITE |
| Published | 1862 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 23 Nov 2005 |
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