| Ophelia:
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| (…) Their perfume lost, take these again; |
| for to the noble mind.
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| Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. |
| There, my lord.
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| Hamlet:
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| Are you honest?
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| Ophelia:
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| My lord?
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| Hamlet:
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| Are you fair?
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| Ophelia:
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| What means your lordship? |
| (…)
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| Hamlet:
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| I did love you once.
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| Ophelia:
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| Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
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| Hamlet:
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| (…) I loved you not.
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| Ophelia:
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| I was the more deceived.
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| Hamlet:
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| Get thee to a nunnery! |
| Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? |
| (…
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| ) We are arrant knaves all; |
| believe none of us. |
| Go thy ways to a nunnery.
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| Ophelia:
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| O, help him, you sweet heavens!
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| Hamlet:
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| If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste
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| as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. |
| (…) Or if thou wilt
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| needs marry, marry a fool; |
| for wise men know well enough what monsters you make
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| of them.
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| (…) Hair on the head of John the Baptist. |
| (x3)
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| (…) Hair on the head of John the Baptist. |
| (?)
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| (…) Hair on the head of John the Baptist. |
| Oh God!
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| Hamlet:
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| (…) I loved you not.
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| Queen:
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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:
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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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| (…) seem,
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| For they are actions that a man might play;
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| But I have that within (…)
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| (…) Hair on the head of John the Baptist. |
| (?)
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| (…) Hair on the head of John the Baptist. |
| Oh God!
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| (Both lines: x4)
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| Henry V:
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| So, when this loose behavior I throw off
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| And pay the debt I never promised,
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| By how much better than my word I am,
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| By so much shall I falsify men’s hopes;
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| I’ll so offend, to make offence a skill;
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| Redeeming time when men think least I will.
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| Judas, (?)
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| Prince:
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| For worms, (…) fare thee well, great heart. |
| (…)
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| Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
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| Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
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| But not remember’d in thy epitaph!
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| Gertrude:
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| This bodiless creation ecstasy
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| Is very cunning in.
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| Hamlet:
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| Ecstasy?
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| Hamlet:
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| I must be cruel, only to be kind;
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| Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
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| Henry V:
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| Presume not that I am the thing I was,
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| For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
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| That I have turn’d away my former self;
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| So will I those that kept me company. |