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Hamlet Franco Zeffirelli
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Hamlet, think of us as of a father... |
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for let the world take note: |
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And with no less nobility of love... |
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than that which dearest father |
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do I impart toward you. |
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Though yet of Hamlet |
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the memory be green... |
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and that it us befitted |
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and our whole kingdom |
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yet so far hath discretion fought |
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that we with wisest sorrow think on him... |
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together with remembrance of ourselves. |
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Therefore our sometime sister, |
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the imperial jointress |
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have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy... |
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with one auspicious |
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with mirth in funeral |
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taken to wife. |
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And now, Laertes, |
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You told us of some suit. |
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My dread lord, my thoughts and wishes |
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and bow them to your gracious leave |
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Have you your father's leave? |
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He hath, my lord, wrung from me |
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and at last upon his will... |
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I sealed my hard consent. |
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Take thy fair hour, Laertes. |
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Time be thine, |
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Farewell. |
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Hamlet? |
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And now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son. |
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A little more than kin, and less than kind. |
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How is it that the clouds still hang on you? |
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Not so, my lord, I am too much in the sun. |
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'Tis sweet and commendable |
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to give these mourning duties |
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But, you must know, |
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That father lost, lost his. |
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But to persever |
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is a course of impious stubbornness. |
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'Tis unmanly grief. |
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For your intent |
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it is most retrograde to our desire. |
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Be as ourself in Denmark. |
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Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. |
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Good Hamlet... |
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cast thy nighted color off... |
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and let thine eye |
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Do not for ever with thy veiled lids... |
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seek for thy noble father in the dust. |
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Thou knowest 'tis common. |
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All that lives must die... |
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passing through nature to eternity. |
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Ay, madam, it is common. |
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If it be, |
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Seems, madam! Nay, it is. |
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I know not "seems." |
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'Tis not alone my inky cloak, |
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together with all forms, moods, |
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These indeed seem, for they are actions |
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but I have that within which passes show. |
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These but the trappings |
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Let not thy mother |
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I pray thee, stay with us. |
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I shall in all my best obey you, madam. |
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This gentle and unforced accord |
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That this too too solid flesh would melt... |
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thaw and resolve itself into a dew. |
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Or that the Everlasting had not fixed |
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O God! |
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How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable... |
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seem to me all the uses of this world. |
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Fie on it! |
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'Tis an unweeded garden |
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Things rank and gross in nature |
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That it should come to this. |
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But two months dead. |
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So excellent a king... |
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that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr. |
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So loving to my mother that he might not |
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visit her face too roughly. |
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Heaven and earth, must I remember? |
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Why, she would hang on him... |
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as if increase of appetite |
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And yet, within a month... |
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Frailty, thy name is woman! |
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Dear Ophelia, |
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Farewell. |
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And, sister... |
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for Hamlet, and the trifling of his favor... |
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hold it a fashion and a toy in blood. |
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- No more but so? |
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Perhaps he loves you now, |
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his greatness weighed, |
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for he himself is subject to his birth. |
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He may not, as unvalued persons do, |
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for on his choice depends |
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Then weigh what loss |
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if with too credent ear you list his songs. |
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Yet here, Laertes? |
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The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, |
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There, my blessing with thee. |
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These few precepts in thy memory |
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Give thy thoughts no tongue, |
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Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. |
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Those friends thou hast, |
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grapple them unto thy soul |
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Beware of entrance to a quarrel... |
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but, being in, bear it |
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Give every man thine ear, |
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Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy... |
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but not expressed in fancy. |
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For the apparel oft proclaims the man. |
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Neither a borrower, nor a lender be. |
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and borrowing |
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This above all: To thine own self be true... |
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and it must follow, as the night the day... |
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thou canst not then be false to any man. |
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The time invites you. |
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Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well |
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'Tis in my memory locked, |
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What is it, Ophelia, he hath said to you? |
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So please you, |
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Marry, well bethought. |
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'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late |
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He hath, my lord, of late |
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Affection? |
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Do you believe his tenders, |
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I do not know, my lord, |
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I will teach you. |
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Tender yourself more dearly. |
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My lord, he hath importuned me with love |
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Ay, fashion you may call it. Go to! |
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And hath given countenance to his speech |
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Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. |
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I do know, when the blood burns, how |
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I would not, in plain terms, |
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have you give words |
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Look to it, I charge you! Come your ways. |
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I shall obey, my lord. |
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Hail to your lordship! |
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Horatio, or I do forget myself. |
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- How fare you, sirs? |
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I am very glad to see you. |
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But what, in faith, |
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- A truant's disposition, good my lord. |
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I know you are no truant. |
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But what is your affair in Elsinore? |
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My lord, I came to see |
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I pray thee, do not mock me, |
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I think it was to see my mother's wedding. |
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Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. |
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Thrift, Horatio. |
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The funeral baked meats did |
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Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven |
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My father, methinks I see my father. |
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I saw him once. He was a goodly king. |
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He was a man, take him for all in all. |
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I shall not look upon his like again. |
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My lord... |
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I think I saw him yesternight. |
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Saw? Who? |
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My lord, the king your father. |
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The king, my father? |
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Season your admiration for a while |
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till I may deliver, upon the witness |
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For God's love, let me hear. |
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Two nights together |
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in the dead waste and middle of the night, |
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A figure like your father |
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Thrice he walked by |
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within their truncheon's length... |
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whilst they, distilled almost to jelly |
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stand dumb and speak not to him. |
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This to me in dreadful secrecy |
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and I with them |
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where, as they had delivered, |
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each word made true and good, |
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I knew your father. |
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- But where was this? |
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- Did you not speak to it? |
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Yet once methought it lifted up its head... |
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and did address itself to motion, |
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But even then |
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and at the sound it shrank in haste away |
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'Tis very strange. |
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- As I do live, my honored lord, 'tis true. |
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- Hold you the watch tonight? |
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What, looked he frowningly? |
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A countenance more in sorrow |
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- And fixed his eyes upon you? |
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- I would I had been there. |
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I will watch tonight. |
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I warrant it will. |
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If you have hitherto concealed this sight, |
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Our duty to your honor. |
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Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell. |
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My father's spirit. |
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All is not well. |
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I doubt some foul play. |
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Would the night were come. |
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Foul deeds will rise... |
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though all the earth overwhelm them, |
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No jocund health |
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but the great cannon |
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What does this mean, my lord? |
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Ay, marry is it. |
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But to my mind a custom more honored |
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This heavy-headed revel east and west... |
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makes us traduced and taxed |
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They clepe us drunkards... |
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and indeed, it soils the pith and marrow |
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The air bites shrewdly. It is very cold. |
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What hour now? |
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It draws near the season |
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So oft it chances in particular men... |
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that for some vicious mole of nature |
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their virtues else, |
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shall in the general censure |
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from that particular fault. |
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Look, my lord, it comes! |
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Angels and ministers of grace defend us. |
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Be thou a spirit of health |
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bring with thee airs from heaven |
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be thy intents wicked or charitable... |
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I will speak to thee. |
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I'll call thee Hamlet... |
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King, father... |
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royal Dane. |
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Answer me. |
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- Do not, my lord. |
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I do not set my life at a pin's fee. |
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And for my soul, what can it do to that, |
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What if it tempt you toward the flood, |
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or to the dreadful summit of the cliff |
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and there assume |
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which might deprive your sovereignty |
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Think of it. |
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I'll follow it. |
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- You shall not go, my lord! |
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By heaven, |
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I say, away! |
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Go on, I'll follow thee. |
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- My lord. |
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My lord! |
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I am thy father's spirit... |
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doomed for a certain term |
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and for the day confined to fast in fires. |
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But that I am forbid |
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I could a tale unfold... |
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whose lightest word |
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List. |
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If thou didst ever thy dear father love... |
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revenge his foul |
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Murder? |
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Murder most foul, as in the best it is. |
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But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. |
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'Tis given out... |
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that sleeping in my orchard, |
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But know, thou noble youth... |
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the serpent that did sting thy father's life |
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O my prophetic soul! |
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My uncle. |
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Ay, that incestuous, |
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with witchcraft of his wit, |
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won to his shameful lust... |
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the will |
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But, soft. |
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Methinks I scent the morning air. |
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Brief let me be. |
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Sleeping within my orchard... |
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my custom always of the afternoon... |
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upon my secure hour thy uncle stole... |
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with juice of cursed hebona in a vial... |
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and in the porches of mine ears |
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Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand... |
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of life, of crown, of queen, |
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cut off even in the blossoms of my sin... |
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no reckoning made... |
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but sent to my account |
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Oh, horrible! |
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Most horrible. |
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If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not. |
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Let not the royal bed of Denmark... |
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be a couch for luxury and damned incest. |
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But, howsoever thou pursuest this act... |
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taint not thy mind... |
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nor let thy soul contrive |
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Leave her to heaven... |
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and to those thorns that |
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Fare thee well at once. |
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The glow-worm |
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and begins to pale his uneffectual fire. |
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Adieu. |
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Remember me. |
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Remember thee? |
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Ay, thou poor ghost... |
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whiles memory holds a seat |
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Remember thee? |
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Yea, from the table of my memory... |
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I'll wipe away all trivial fond records... |
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and thy commandment |
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within the book and volume of my brain... |
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unmixed with baser matter. |
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Yes, by heaven! |
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O most pernicious woman! |
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O villain! |
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Villain, smiling, damned villain! |
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My tables, meet it is I set it down. |
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That one may smile... |
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and smile... |
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and be a villain! |
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So, uncle... |
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there you are. |
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Now to my word. |
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It is, "Adieu, adieu. |
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"Remember me." |
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I have sworn it. |
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So be it. |
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Hillo, ho, ho, my lord! |
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Hillo, ho, ho, boy. Come, bird, come. |
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What news? |
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- No, you will reveal it. |
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There's never a villain dwelling |
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but he's an arrant knave. |
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There needs no ghost, my lord, |
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Right, you are in the right. |
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These are but wild and whirling words. |
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I am sorry they offend you, heartily. |
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- There's no offense, my lord. |
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It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you. |
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And now, good friends, |
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Never make known |
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- We will not. |
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Swear. |
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Swear by my sword |
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Never to speak of this |
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Swear by his sword. |
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Day and night, |
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And therefore as a stranger |
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There are more things |
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than are dreamt of in your philosophy. |
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But come! |
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Here, as before, never, |
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how strange or odd so ever I bear myself... |
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as I perchance hereafter shall think meet |
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never to note that you know aught of me. |
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This do swear! |
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We swear. |
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Rest. |
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Rest, perturbed spirit! |
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The time is out of joint. |
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O cursed spite, |
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Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's Day |
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All in the morning betime |
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And I a maid |
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At your window |
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To be your Valentine |
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- My lord! |
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I think it sure that I have found |
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Speak on that, that I do long to hear. |
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My liege, and madam... |
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to expostulate what majesty should be, |
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why day is day, night night, |
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were nothing but to waste night, |
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Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, |
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Your noble son is mad. |
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Mad call I it... |
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for, to define true madness, |
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- But let that go. |
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Madam, I swear I use no art at all. |
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That he is mad, 'tis pity, 'tis true. |
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'Tis true 'tis pity, and pity 'tis 'tis true. |
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A foolish figure, but farewell it, |
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Mad let us grant him, then. |
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And now remains... |
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that we find out the cause of this effect. |
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Or rather say, the cause of this defect... |
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for this effect defective comes by cause. |
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Thus it remains, |
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I have a daughter, |
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who, in her duty and obedience, mark, |
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Now, gather and surmise. |
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"To the celestial... |
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"and my soul's idol, |
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That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase. |
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But you shall hear. |
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Came this from Hamlet to her? |
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Good madam, stay awhile. |
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"Doubt thou the stars are fire. |
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"Doubt that the sun doth move. |
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"Doubt truth to be a liar. |
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"But never doubt I love. |
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"Thine evermore, most dear lady... |
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"whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet." |
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This in obedience |
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But how hath she received his love? |
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- What do you think of me? |
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I would fain prove so. And |
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that she should lock herself |
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Thus he repelled, a short tale to make... |
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fell into a sadness, then into a fast, |
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and by this declension |
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and all we mourn for. |
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Hath there been such a time, |
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that I have positively said, |
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- Not that I know. |
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How may we try it further? |
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You know, sometimes he walks |
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So he does indeed. |
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At such a time, |
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Be you and I behind an arras then. |
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If he love her not, and be not |
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let me be no assistant for a state. |
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But look where sadly |
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I'll board him presently. |
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Do you think 'tis this? |
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I doubt it is no other but the main. |
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His father's death, |
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Do you know me, my lord? |
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Excellent well. You are a fishmonger. |
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- Not I, my lord. |
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Honest, my lord? |
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To be honest, as this world goes, |
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For if the sun breed maggots |
| 00:40:49 |
being a good kissing carrion... |
| 00:40:52 |
- Have you a daughter? |
| 00:40:56 |
Let her not walk in the sun. |
| 00:40:58 |
Conception is a blessing, |
| 00:41:02 |
Friend, look to it. |
| 00:41:11 |
Still harping on my daughter. |
| 00:41:17 |
What do you read, my lord? |
| 00:41:21 |
Words. |
| 00:41:31 |
What is the matter, my lord? |
| 00:41:33 |
- Between who? |
| 00:41:38 |
Slanders, sir. |
| 00:41:41 |
For the satirical rogue says here |
| 00:41:45 |
their faces are wrinkled... |
| 00:41:47 |
their eyes purging thick amber |
| 00:41:52 |
and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, |
| 00:41:56 |
How pregnant sometimes his replies are. |
| 00:41:58 |
All of which, sir, I most powerfully |
| 00:42:02 |
yet I hold it not honesty |
| 00:42:06 |
For you yourself shall be old as I am, |
| 00:42:12 |
My lord! |
| 00:42:18 |
My honorable lord, |
| 00:42:21 |
You cannot, sir, take from me anything... |
| 00:42:24 |
that I will more willingly part withal. |
| 00:42:29 |
Except my life. |
| 00:42:52 |
Ophelia, I do wish |
| 00:42:56 |
be the happy cause of Hamlet's wildness. |
| 00:42:59 |
So shall I hope your virtues |
| 00:43:04 |
to both your honors. |
| 00:43:07 |
Madam, I wish it may. |
| 00:43:24 |
Ophelia, walk you here. |
| 00:43:26 |
Gracious, so please you, |
| 00:43:30 |
Read on this book. |
| 00:43:33 |
He is coming. Let us withdraw, my lord. |
| 00:43:55 |
Nymph, in thy orisons |
| 00:44:00 |
Good my lord... |
| 00:44:02 |
how does your honor for this many a day? |
| 00:44:04 |
I humbly thank you, well. |
| 00:44:07 |
My lord, I have remembrances of yours... |
| 00:44:12 |
that I have longed long to redeliver. |
| 00:44:16 |
I pray you now, receive them. |
| 00:44:17 |
No, not I. I never gave you aught. |
| 00:44:21 |
My honored lord, |
| 00:44:24 |
And with them |
| 00:44:27 |
as made the things more rich. |
| 00:44:34 |
Their perfume lost, take these again. |
| 00:44:40 |
There, my lord. |
| 00:44:49 |
- Are you honest? |
| 00:44:52 |
- Are you fair? |
| 00:44:55 |
That if you be honest and fair... |
| 00:44:57 |
your honesty should admit |
| 00:45:01 |
Could beauty, my lord, |
| 00:45:07 |
I did love you once. |
| 00:45:10 |
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. |
| 00:45:14 |
You should not have believed me. |
| 00:45:19 |
Where's your father? |
| 00:45:22 |
At home, my lord. |
| 00:45:26 |
Let the doors be shut upon him... |
| 00:45:28 |
that he may play the fool nowhere |
| 00:45:32 |
If thou dost marry, |
| 00:45:36 |
Be thou as chaste as ice, |
| 00:45:39 |
thou shalt not escape calumny! |
| 00:45:41 |
Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool... |
| 00:45:43 |
for wise men know well enough |
| 00:45:47 |
I have heard of your paintings |
| 00:45:50 |
God hath given you one face |
| 00:45:54 |
You jig and amble, and you lisp. |
| 00:45:57 |
and make your wantonness |
| 00:46:00 |
Go to! I'll no more on it. |
| 00:46:05 |
I say we will have no more marriage. |
| 00:46:10 |
Those that are married already, |
| 00:46:14 |
The rest shall keep as they are. |
| 00:46:30 |
We must watch him, |
| 00:46:38 |
I have in quick determination |
| 00:46:43 |
He shall with speed to England, |
| 00:46:49 |
Haply the seas and countries |
| 00:46:52 |
shall expel this something-settled matter |
| 00:47:05 |
Madness in great ones |
| 00:47:34 |
To be, or not to be. That is the question. |
| 00:47:39 |
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind |
| 00:47:44 |
of outrageous fortune... |
| 00:47:49 |
or to take arms against a sea of troubles... |
| 00:47:54 |
and by opposing end them? |
| 00:47:59 |
To die... |
| 00:48:04 |
to sleep no more. |
| 00:48:12 |
And, by a sleep to say |
| 00:48:16 |
and the thousand natural shocks |
| 00:48:22 |
'tis a consummation... |
| 00:48:26 |
devoutly to be wished. |
| 00:48:31 |
To die... |
| 00:48:34 |
to sleep. |
| 00:48:42 |
To sleep, perchance to dream. |
| 00:48:44 |
Ay, there's the rub. |
| 00:48:49 |
For in that sleep of death |
| 00:48:54 |
when we have shuffled off |
| 00:48:57 |
must give us pause. |
| 00:48:58 |
There's the respect... |
| 00:49:00 |
that makes calamity of so long life. |
| 00:49:08 |
For who would bear |
| 00:49:12 |
the oppressor's wrong, |
| 00:49:17 |
the pangs of disprized love, |
| 00:49:20 |
the insolence of office, and the spurns... |
| 00:49:23 |
that patient merit of the unworthy takes... |
| 00:49:32 |
when he himself might his quietus make... |
| 00:49:38 |
with a bare bodkin? |
| 00:49:47 |
Who would fardels bear... |
| 00:49:51 |
to grunt and sweat under a weary life... |
| 00:49:56 |
but that the dread |
| 00:50:02 |
the undiscovered country... |
| 00:50:04 |
from whose bourn no traveler returns... |
| 00:50:08 |
puzzles the will... |
| 00:50:11 |
and makes us |
| 00:50:16 |
than fly to others that we know not of? |
| 00:50:23 |
Thus conscience |
| 00:50:29 |
and thus the native hue of resolution... |
| 00:50:33 |
is sicklied over |
| 00:50:38 |
and enterprises of great pitch |
| 00:50:42 |
with this regard their currents turn awry... |
| 00:50:49 |
and lose the name of action. |
| 00:51:35 |
- My honored lord. |
| 00:51:41 |
My excellent good friends. |
| 00:51:43 |
How dost thou, Guildenstern? |
| 00:51:49 |
Good lads, how do you both? |
| 00:51:54 |
What have you, my good friends, |
| 00:51:57 |
that she sends you to prison hither? |
| 00:51:59 |
- Prison, my lord? |
| 00:52:02 |
We think not so, my lord. |
| 00:52:05 |
Why, then, 'tis none to you... |
| 00:52:07 |
for there is nothing good or bad |
| 00:52:10 |
To me it is a prison. |
| 00:52:12 |
Why, then your ambition makes it one. |
| 00:52:15 |
Oh, God. |
| 00:52:17 |
I could be bounded in a nutshell, |
| 00:52:22 |
- were it not that I have had bad dreams. |
| 00:52:26 |
for the very substance of the ambitious |
| 00:52:33 |
Shall we away? |
| 00:53:01 |
What make you at Elsinore? |
| 00:53:03 |
To visit you, my lord. No other occasion. |
| 00:53:09 |
Beggar that I am, |
| 00:53:13 |
But, my dear friends, |
| 00:53:20 |
Is it your own inclining? |
| 00:53:25 |
Is it a free visitation? |
| 00:53:28 |
Come, come, deal justly with me. |
| 00:53:33 |
- What should we say? |
| 00:53:36 |
There is a kind of confession in your looks. |
| 00:53:39 |
I know the good King and Queen |
| 00:53:45 |
To what end? |
| 00:53:47 |
That you must teach me. |
| 00:53:53 |
Be even and direct with me, |
| 00:53:57 |
My lord, we were sent for. |
| 00:54:02 |
I will tell you why. |
| 00:54:05 |
So shall my anticipation |
| 00:54:08 |
and your secrecy to the king and queen |
| 00:54:18 |
I have of late, but wherefore I know not, |
| 00:54:24 |
forgone all custom of exercises. |
| 00:54:28 |
And indeed it goes so heavily |
| 00:54:30 |
that this goodly frame, the earth... |
| 00:54:35 |
seems to me a sterile promontory. |
| 00:54:40 |
This most excellent canopy, |
| 00:54:43 |
this brave overhanging firmament... |
| 00:54:46 |
this majestical roof |
| 00:54:50 |
Why, it appeareth nothing to me... |
| 00:54:52 |
but a foul and pestilent |
| 00:55:10 |
What a piece of work is a man. |
| 00:55:14 |
How noble in reason. |
| 00:55:17 |
How infinite in faculties. |
| 00:55:19 |
In form and moving, |
| 00:55:24 |
In action, how like an angel, |
| 00:55:29 |
The beauty of the world, |
| 00:55:33 |
And yet, to me... |
| 00:55:36 |
what is this quintessence of dust? |
| 00:55:41 |
Man delights not me. |
| 00:55:44 |
No, nor woman neither... |
| 00:55:46 |
though, by your smiling, |
| 00:55:48 |
- There was no such stuff in my thoughts. |
| 00:55:51 |
- when I said, "Man delights not me"? |
| 00:55:55 |
what Lenten entertainment |
| 00:56:12 |
Just the same as ever before. Come on. |
| 00:56:14 |
Boys, take the horses. |
| 00:56:17 |
Out of the way! |
| 00:56:23 |
Masters, you are welcome to Elsinore. |
| 00:57:04 |
Good my lord, |
| 00:57:07 |
For they are the abstract |
| 00:57:10 |
After your death |
| 00:57:12 |
than their ill report while you live. |
| 00:57:15 |
- I shall use them according to their desert. |
| 00:57:20 |
Use every man after his desert, |
| 00:57:26 |
Take them in. |
| 00:57:29 |
Follow him, friends. |
| 00:57:31 |
We'll hear a play tomorrow. |
| 00:57:44 |
My lord Hamlet! |
| 00:57:47 |
Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. |
| 00:57:49 |
But my uncle-father and aunt-mother |
| 00:57:52 |
In what, my dear lord? |
| 00:57:54 |
I am but mad north-north-west. |
| 00:57:57 |
When the wind is southerly |
| 00:58:26 |
Am I a coward? |
| 00:58:29 |
'Swounds, it cannot be |
| 00:58:32 |
and lack gall to make oppression bitter... |
| 00:58:35 |
or ere this I should have fatted |
| 00:58:38 |
with this slave's offal! |
| 00:58:41 |
Bloody, bawdy villain! |
| 00:58:43 |
Remorseless, treacherous, |
| 00:58:49 |
O vengeance! |
| 00:58:56 |
Why, what an ass am I. |
| 00:58:59 |
This is most brave... |
| 00:59:01 |
that I, the son of a dear father murdered... |
| 00:59:05 |
prompted to my revenge |
| 00:59:09 |
must, like a whore, |
| 00:59:16 |
and fall a-cursing |
| 00:59:22 |
Fie! Foh! |
| 00:59:25 |
About, my brains. |
| 00:59:37 |
Give me that. |
| 00:59:39 |
It's heavy! |
| 00:59:50 |
I have heard |
| 00:59:55 |
have by the very cunning of the scene |
| 00:59:59 |
that presently they have proclaimed |
| 01:00:04 |
I'll have these players play something |
| 01:00:07 |
before mine uncle. |
| 01:00:08 |
I'll observe his looks. |
| 01:00:12 |
If he do blench, I know my course. |
| 01:00:17 |
The spirit that I have seen may be a devil... |
| 01:00:20 |
and the devil hath power |
| 01:00:23 |
And perhaps out of my weakness |
| 01:00:25 |
as he is very potent with such spirits, |
| 01:00:31 |
I'll have grounds more relative than this. |
| 01:00:38 |
The play's the thing... |
| 01:00:40 |
wherein I'll catch |
| 01:00:45 |
'Tis almost the time, my friends. |
| 01:00:52 |
Haste you! |
| 01:00:58 |
Observe my uncle. |
| 01:00:59 |
If his occulted guilt |
| 01:01:03 |
it is a damned ghost that we have seen, |
| 01:01:09 |
- I must be idle. Get you a place. |
| 01:01:31 |
These are the best actors in the world... |
| 01:01:37 |
either for tragedy, comedy, history... |
| 01:01:41 |
pastoral, pastoral-comical, |
| 01:01:47 |
tragical-historical... |
| 01:01:49 |
tragical-comical-historical-pastoral. |
| 01:01:53 |
For the law of writ and the liberty... |
| 01:01:56 |
these are the only men. |
| 01:02:04 |
My lord, you played once |
| 01:02:07 |
That did I, my lord, |
| 01:02:10 |
What did you enact? |
| 01:02:13 |
I did enact Julius Caesar. |
| 01:02:17 |
I was killed in the Capitol. |
| 01:02:20 |
It was a brute part of him |
| 01:02:24 |
How fares our cousin Hamlet? |
| 01:02:26 |
Excellent, in faith, of the chameleon's dish. |
| 01:02:29 |
I eat the air, promise-crammed. |
| 01:02:32 |
Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. |
| 01:02:37 |
No, good mother, |
| 01:02:42 |
- Lady, shall I lie in your lap? |
| 01:02:46 |
I mean, my head upon your lap? |
| 01:02:50 |
- Ay, my lord. |
| 01:02:56 |
I think nothing, my lord. |
| 01:02:58 |
That's a fair thought |
| 01:03:01 |
- What is, my lord? |
| 01:03:05 |
- You are merry, my lord. |
| 01:03:08 |
- Ay, my lord. |
| 01:03:11 |
What should a man do but be merry? |
| 01:03:13 |
For, look you, |
| 01:03:16 |
and my father died within's two hours. |
| 01:03:19 |
Nay, it is twice two months, my lord. |
| 01:03:22 |
So long? |
| 01:03:23 |
O heavens, die two months ago, |
| 01:03:28 |
There's hope a great man's memory |
| 01:04:01 |
Get thee to a nunnery. |
| 01:04:09 |
I am myself indifferent honest, |
| 01:04:13 |
it were better |
| 01:04:19 |
I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, |
| 01:04:24 |
than I have thoughts to put them in, |
| 01:04:27 |
or time to act them in. |
| 01:04:31 |
What should such fellows as I do |
| 01:04:38 |
Believe none of us. |
| 01:04:52 |
For us, for our tragedy... |
| 01:04:56 |
here stooping to your clemency... |
| 01:05:00 |
we beg your hearing patiently. |
| 01:05:08 |
- Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? |
| 01:05:11 |
As woman's love. |
| 01:05:26 |
'Tis 30 years since Hymen |
| 01:05:31 |
in most sacred bands. |
| 01:05:37 |
So many journeys |
| 01:05:40 |
make us again count over |
| 01:05:47 |
But should I die before a new sun shine... |
| 01:05:50 |
you might another husband soon entwine. |
| 01:05:52 |
Nay, should you die... |
| 01:05:56 |
I should confound the rest! |
| 01:05:58 |
Such love must needs be treason |
| 01:06:02 |
In second husband let me be accurst. |
| 01:06:05 |
None wed the second |
| 01:06:11 |
Wormwood. |
| 01:06:13 |
I do believe you think |
| 01:06:16 |
But what we do determine, oft we break. |
| 01:06:19 |
This world is not for aye, |
| 01:06:23 |
that even our loves |
| 01:06:37 |
If she should break it now. |
| 01:06:42 |
Both here and hence |
| 01:06:47 |
if, once a widow, ever I be wife. |
| 01:06:52 |
Madam, how like you this play? |
| 01:06:55 |
The lady doth protest too much, methinks. |
| 01:06:58 |
- But she'll keep her word. |
| 01:07:02 |
- Is there no offense in it? |
| 01:07:06 |
poison in jest. No offense in the world. |
| 01:07:11 |
- What do you call the play? |
| 01:07:15 |
'Tis a knavish piece of work, |
| 01:07:17 |
Your majesty and I have free souls, |
| 01:07:28 |
This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king. |
| 01:07:31 |
- You are as good as a chorus, Cousin. |
| 01:07:39 |
Wait, you shall see anon... |
| 01:07:41 |
how the murderer |
| 01:08:09 |
How fares my lord? |
| 01:09:13 |
Give me some... |
| 01:09:16 |
Give me some light! |
| 01:09:22 |
Lights! Give over the play! |
| 01:09:33 |
What, frighted with false fire? |
| 01:09:38 |
Why, let the stricken deer go weep! |
| 01:09:45 |
Why, let the stricken deer go weep |
| 01:09:50 |
The hart ungalled play |
| 01:09:52 |
For some must watch |
| 01:09:56 |
Thus runs the world away |
| 01:10:01 |
O good Horatio... |
| 01:10:02 |
I'll take the ghost's word |
| 01:10:05 |
- Very well. |
| 01:10:07 |
I did very well... |
| 01:10:12 |
Believe none of us. |
| 01:10:18 |
To a nunnery, go. And quickly, too. |
| 01:10:25 |
Farewell. |
| 01:10:35 |
Good my lord, |
| 01:10:37 |
- Sir, a whole history. |
| 01:10:39 |
Ay, sir, what of him? |
| 01:10:40 |
Is in his retirement |
| 01:10:42 |
- With drink, sir? |
| 01:10:45 |
Your wisdom should show itself |
| 01:10:49 |
Put your discourse into some frame, |
| 01:10:52 |
- Sir, I cannot. |
| 01:10:54 |
Make you a wholesome answer. |
| 01:10:57 |
- The Queen, your mother, sent us to you. |
| 01:11:00 |
Your behavior hath struck her |
| 01:11:02 |
O wonderful son, |
| 01:11:05 |
My lord, what is your cause of distemper? |
| 01:11:09 |
You do surely bar the door |
| 01:11:11 |
if you deny your griefs to your friend. |
| 01:11:16 |
Will you play upon this pipe? |
| 01:11:19 |
I cannot, my lord. |
| 01:11:21 |
I do beseech you. |
| 01:11:26 |
I have not the skill. |
| 01:11:29 |
Why, look you now, |
| 01:11:32 |
You would play upon me. |
| 01:11:34 |
You would pluck out |
| 01:11:36 |
sound me from my lowest note |
| 01:11:40 |
God's blood, do you think |
| 01:11:48 |
I will come to my mother by and by. |
| 01:11:51 |
- We will say so. |
| 01:12:04 |
'Tis now the very witching time of night... |
| 01:12:09 |
when churchyards yawn... |
| 01:12:11 |
and hell itself |
| 01:12:19 |
Now could I drink hot blood... |
| 01:12:23 |
and do such bitter business |
| 01:12:31 |
Soft, now to my mother. |
| 01:12:35 |
My offense is rank, it smells to heaven. |
| 01:12:38 |
It hath the primal eldest curse upon it. |
| 01:12:42 |
A brother's murder. |
| 01:13:01 |
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying. |
| 01:13:05 |
And so he goes to heaven, |
| 01:13:09 |
That would be scanned. |
| 01:13:12 |
A villain kills my father. |
| 01:13:13 |
And for that I, his sole son, |
| 01:13:18 |
when he is fit |
| 01:13:22 |
Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge. |
| 01:13:30 |
O wretched state! |
| 01:13:33 |
O bosom black as death! |
| 01:13:38 |
No. When he is drunk asleep, |
| 01:13:41 |
or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed... |
| 01:13:44 |
then trip him, |
| 01:13:46 |
and that his soul may be as damned |
| 01:13:51 |
Now to my mother. |
| 01:13:55 |
'Tis meet that some more audience |
| 01:14:00 |
- Mother! |
| 01:14:06 |
Mother. |
| 01:14:11 |
- Pray you, be round with him. |
| 01:14:25 |
Now, Mother, what's the matter? |
| 01:14:26 |
Hamlet, thou hast thy father |
| 01:14:32 |
Mother, you have my father |
| 01:14:34 |
Come, come, |
| 01:14:37 |
Go, go, |
| 01:14:39 |
Why, how now, Hamlet? |
| 01:14:42 |
- What's the matter now? |
| 01:14:45 |
No, by the rood, not so. |
| 01:14:46 |
You are the Queen, |
| 01:14:49 |
And, would it were not so, |
| 01:14:51 |
Nay then, I'll set those to you |
| 01:14:58 |
Come. |
| 01:15:00 |
Come and sit you down. |
| 01:15:04 |
You go not till I set you up a glass... |
| 01:15:07 |
where you may see the inmost part of you. |
| 01:15:10 |
What wilt thou do? |
| 01:15:13 |
- Help! |
| 01:15:15 |
How now! A rat? Dead, for a ducat! |
| 01:15:20 |
Dead! |
| 01:15:21 |
- O me, what hast thou done? |
| 01:15:42 |
What a rash and bloody deed is this! |
| 01:15:46 |
A bloody deed. |
| 01:15:49 |
as kill a king and marry with his brother. |
| 01:15:51 |
- As kill a king? |
| 01:15:58 |
Thou wretched, rash, |
| 01:16:04 |
I took thee for thy better. |
| 01:16:07 |
Take thy fortune. |
| 01:16:09 |
Thou findest to be too busy |
| 01:16:15 |
Leave wringing of your hands. |
| 01:16:20 |
Peace, sit you down, |
| 01:16:24 |
For so I shall, |
| 01:16:32 |
What have I done, that thou darest wag |
| 01:16:36 |
Such an act that blurs |
| 01:16:41 |
calls virtue hypocrite... |
| 01:16:43 |
makes marriage vows |
| 01:16:46 |
Ay me, what act? |
| 01:16:55 |
Look here, upon this picture, and on this. |
| 01:16:59 |
The counterfeit presentment |
| 01:17:05 |
See, what a grace |
| 01:17:09 |
A combination and a form indeed... |
| 01:17:12 |
where every god did seem to set his seal... |
| 01:17:15 |
to give the world assurance of a man. |
| 01:17:19 |
This was your husband. |
| 01:17:22 |
Look you now, what follows. |
| 01:17:25 |
like a mildewed ear, |
| 01:17:29 |
Have you eyes? |
| 01:17:30 |
Could you, on this fair mountain, |
| 01:17:33 |
and batten on this moor? |
| 01:17:36 |
Have you eyes? You cannot call it love... |
| 01:17:40 |
for at your age, |
| 01:17:43 |
it's humble, and waits upon the judgment. |
| 01:17:45 |
And what judgment would step |
| 01:17:51 |
Eyes without feeling, |
| 01:17:55 |
O shame, where is thy blush? |
| 01:17:58 |
Speak no more. |
| 01:18:00 |
Thou turnest my eyes into my very soul... |
| 01:18:03 |
and there I see such black and grained |
| 01:18:10 |
Nay, but to live in the rank sweat... |
| 01:18:14 |
of an enseamed bed... |
| 01:18:17 |
stewed in corruption... |
| 01:18:19 |
honeying and making love |
| 01:18:24 |
Speak to me no more. |
| 01:18:26 |
These words like daggers enter |
| 01:18:30 |
- A murderer and a villain. |
| 01:18:33 |
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule. |
| 01:18:36 |
A king of shreds and patches... |
| 01:18:55 |
Save me, and hover over me |
| 01:19:03 |
- What would your gracious figure? |
| 01:19:08 |
Do you not come your tardy son to chide? |
| 01:19:12 |
Oh, say. |
| 01:19:15 |
Do not forget. |
| 01:19:19 |
This visitation is but to whet |
| 01:19:24 |
But, look. |
| 01:19:26 |
Amazement on thy mother sits. |
| 01:19:30 |
Step between her and her fighting soul. |
| 01:19:36 |
Speak to her, Hamlet. |
| 01:19:42 |
How is it with you, lady? |
| 01:19:43 |
Alas, how is it with you, |
| 01:19:47 |
and with the incorporal air |
| 01:19:50 |
- O gentle son, say whereon do you look. |
| 01:19:54 |
To whom do you speak this? |
| 01:19:56 |
- Do you see nothing there? |
| 01:20:00 |
- Nor did you nothing hear? |
| 01:20:03 |
Why, look you there! |
| 01:20:06 |
- My father, in his habit as he lived. |
| 01:20:11 |
It is not madness that I have uttered. |
| 01:20:14 |
Mother, for love of grace... |
| 01:20:16 |
lay not that flattering unction |
| 01:20:19 |
that not your trespass |
| 01:20:25 |
Confess yourself to heaven... |
| 01:20:27 |
repent what's past, avoid what is to come. |
| 01:20:30 |
And do not spread the compost |
| 01:20:33 |
to make them ranker. |
| 01:20:35 |
O Hamlet... |
| 01:20:37 |
thou hast cleft my heart in twain. |
| 01:20:43 |
Throw away the worser part of it... |
| 01:20:45 |
and live the purer with the other half. |
| 01:20:56 |
Good night. |
| 01:21:02 |
And when you are desirous to be blessed... |
| 01:21:06 |
I'll blessing beg of you. |
| 01:21:13 |
For this same lord, I do repent. |
| 01:21:16 |
But heaven hath pleased it so |
| 01:21:21 |
I will bestow him, |
| 01:21:26 |
So, again, good night. |
| 01:21:29 |
I must be cruel only to be kind. |
| 01:21:32 |
Thus bad begins |
| 01:21:37 |
What shall I do? |
| 01:21:38 |
Let not the bloat King |
| 01:21:43 |
pinch wanton on your cheek, |
| 01:21:47 |
And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses... |
| 01:21:50 |
or paddling in your neck |
| 01:21:53 |
make you to ravel all this matter out... |
| 01:21:56 |
that I essentially am not in madness... |
| 01:21:59 |
but mad in craft. |
| 01:22:06 |
Be thou assured... |
| 01:22:08 |
if words be made of breath, |
| 01:22:12 |
I have no life to breathe |
| 01:22:15 |
Mother, good night, indeed. |
| 01:22:28 |
This counselor is now most still, |
| 01:22:32 |
and most grave... |
| 01:22:35 |
who was in life a foolish prating knave. |
| 01:22:40 |
Come, sir, |
| 01:22:43 |
Good night, Mother. |
| 01:23:04 |
Gertrude! |
| 01:23:09 |
Where is your son? |
| 01:23:10 |
Mine own lord, what have I seen tonight! |
| 01:23:13 |
What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet? |
| 01:23:16 |
Mad... |
| 01:23:18 |
as the sea and wind, |
| 01:23:23 |
In his lawless fit... |
| 01:23:25 |
he hath killed the unseen good old man. |
| 01:23:32 |
O heavy deed! |
| 01:23:37 |
It had been so with us, had we been there. |
| 01:23:40 |
Guards! |
| 01:23:43 |
Friends, go join you with some further aid. |
| 01:23:46 |
Hamlet, in madness, hath Polonius slain. |
| 01:23:49 |
- My lord Hamlet! |
| 01:23:52 |
- My lord Hamlet! |
| 01:23:56 |
- Look in there! |
| 01:23:58 |
I have sent to seek him |
| 01:24:01 |
Yet, sirs, we must not put |
| 01:24:05 |
He's loved of the distracted multitude. |
| 01:24:08 |
How now! What hath befallen? |
| 01:24:10 |
Where the dead body is bestowed, |
| 01:24:13 |
But where is he? |
| 01:24:19 |
Now, Hamlet... |
| 01:24:22 |
where's Polonius? |
| 01:24:24 |
At supper. |
| 01:24:27 |
At supper? |
| 01:24:31 |
- Where? |
| 01:24:35 |
A certain convocation of politic worms |
| 01:24:39 |
Alas. |
| 01:24:42 |
A man may fish |
| 01:24:46 |
and eat of the fish that fed of that worm. |
| 01:24:50 |
- What dost thou mean by this? |
| 01:24:53 |
but to show you how a king may go |
| 01:25:03 |
Where is Polonius? |
| 01:25:05 |
In heaven. Send thither to see. |
| 01:25:07 |
If your messenger find him not there, |
| 01:25:14 |
But if, indeed, you find him not |
| 01:25:16 |
you shall nose him as you go up the stairs |
| 01:25:20 |
- Go seek him there. |
| 01:25:22 |
Hamlet, this deed, for thine |
| 01:25:26 |
Therefore prepare thyself for England. |
| 01:25:28 |
- For England? |
| 01:25:30 |
- Good. |
| 01:25:34 |
I see a cherub that sees them. |
| 01:25:38 |
But, come. For England! |
| 01:25:41 |
- Thy loving father, Hamlet. |
| 01:25:45 |
Father and mother is man and wife, |
| 01:25:48 |
and so, my mother. |
| 01:25:51 |
Come, for England. |
| 01:25:58 |
I'll have him hence tonight. |
| 01:26:03 |
I your commission will forthwith dispatch, |
| 01:26:07 |
Arm you, I pray you, |
| 01:26:15 |
And, England, if my love |
| 01:26:19 |
thou mayest not stop our process... |
| 01:26:21 |
which imports by letters |
| 01:26:27 |
the present death of Hamlet. |
| 01:26:39 |
My lord! |
| 01:26:45 |
- I must to England. You know that? |
| 01:26:48 |
There's letters sealed. |
| 01:26:49 |
And my two schoolfellows, |
| 01:26:55 |
they bear the mandate. |
| 01:26:57 |
They must sweep my way |
| 01:26:59 |
Let it work... |
| 01:27:02 |
for I will delve one yard |
| 01:27:05 |
and blow them at the moon. |
| 01:28:30 |
How should I your true love know |
| 01:28:36 |
By his cockle hat and staff |
| 01:29:03 |
Young men will do it, if they come to it. |
| 01:29:06 |
Quoth she, "Before you tumbled me |
| 01:29:10 |
"So would I ha ' done, by yonder sun |
| 01:29:15 |
Come, my lady. |
| 01:29:26 |
To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is... |
| 01:29:31 |
each toy seems prologue |
| 01:29:35 |
So full of artless jealousy is guilt... |
| 01:29:38 |
it spills itself in fearing to be spilt. |
| 01:29:41 |
Where is the beauteous majesty |
| 01:29:50 |
Where is the... |
| 01:29:53 |
How now, Ophelia? |
| 01:30:04 |
He is dead and gone, lady |
| 01:30:08 |
He is dead and gone |
| 01:30:12 |
At his head a grass-green turf |
| 01:30:16 |
At his heels a stone |
| 01:30:41 |
How long has she been thus? |
| 01:30:50 |
How do you, pretty lady? |
| 01:30:53 |
Well, God 'ild you! |
| 01:31:00 |
They say the owl was a baker's daughter. |
| 01:31:04 |
Lord, we know what we are, |
| 01:31:11 |
I hope all will be well. |
| 01:31:15 |
We must be patient. |
| 01:31:32 |
But I cannot choose but weep... |
| 01:31:35 |
to think they would lay him |
| 01:31:55 |
My brother shall know of it. |
| 01:32:01 |
And so I thank you for your good counsel. |
| 01:32:10 |
Come, my coach. |
| 01:32:15 |
Poor Ophelia... |
| 01:32:17 |
divided from herself and her fair judgment. |
| 01:32:21 |
Good night, ladies. |
| 01:32:25 |
Sweet ladies, good night. |
| 01:32:29 |
Follow her close. |
| 01:32:32 |
Give her good watch, I pray you. |
| 01:32:36 |
Quoth she, "Before you tumbled me |
| 01:32:40 |
He answers |
| 01:32:41 |
"So would I ha ' done, by yonder sun |
| 01:32:45 |
"An thou hadst not come to my bed" |
| 01:32:55 |
O Gertrude... |
| 01:32:59 |
when sorrows come, |
| 01:33:02 |
but in battalions. |
| 01:33:05 |
No! |
| 01:33:15 |
My lady. |
| 01:34:15 |
"By letters that these worthy men |
| 01:34:18 |
"the present death of Hamlet. |
| 01:34:22 |
"Do it, England." |
| 01:34:40 |
No! |
| 01:35:15 |
Where is this king? |
| 01:35:17 |
Let him stand before me! |
| 01:35:23 |
Where is the King? |
| 01:35:24 |
- Stay, my lord Laertes. |
| 01:35:29 |
O thou vile king, give me my father! |
| 01:35:32 |
Calmly, good Laertes! |
| 01:35:34 |
Let him go... |
| 01:35:36 |
and do not fear our person. |
| 01:35:38 |
Where is my father? |
| 01:35:43 |
- Dead. |
| 01:35:46 |
only I'll be revenged most throughly |
| 01:35:49 |
Good Laertes... |
| 01:35:51 |
if you desire to know |
| 01:35:56 |
is it writ in your revenge... |
| 01:35:57 |
that you will draw |
| 01:36:00 |
None but his enemies. |
| 01:36:01 |
Why, now you speak... |
| 01:36:05 |
like a good child and a true gentleman. |
| 01:36:20 |
That I am guiltless of your father's death... |
| 01:36:23 |
and am most sensibly in grief for it... |
| 01:36:32 |
it shall as level to your judgment appear |
| 01:37:10 |
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. |
| 01:37:25 |
Pray you, love, remember. |
| 01:37:32 |
And there is pansies, that's for thoughts. |
| 01:37:45 |
There's fennel for you, and columbines. |
| 01:37:54 |
There's rue for you, |
| 01:37:59 |
You must wear your rue with a difference. |
| 01:38:04 |
There's a daisy. |
| 01:38:07 |
I'd give you some violets, |
| 01:38:11 |
They say he made a good end. |
| 01:38:22 |
O heavens, |
| 01:38:26 |
should be as mortal as an old man's life? |
| 01:38:50 |
There is a willow grows aslant the brook... |
| 01:38:53 |
that shows his hoar leaves |
| 01:38:57 |
There with fantastic garlands |
| 01:39:01 |
of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, |
| 01:39:07 |
There, on the pendent boughs... |
| 01:39:09 |
her crownet weeds clambering to hang... |
| 01:39:12 |
an envious sliver broke... |
| 01:39:16 |
when down her weedy trophies |
| 01:39:19 |
fell in the weeping brook. |
| 01:39:23 |
Her clothes spread wide... |
| 01:39:28 |
and mermaid-like, |
| 01:39:31 |
which time she chanted |
| 01:39:37 |
as one incapable of her own distress... |
| 01:39:41 |
or like a creature native |
| 01:39:46 |
But long it could not be... |
| 01:39:48 |
but that her garments, |
| 01:39:52 |
pulled the poor wretch |
| 01:39:56 |
to muddy death. |
| 01:40:01 |
Alas! Then she is drowned? |
| 01:40:04 |
Drowned. |
| 01:40:22 |
Methought it was very sweet |
| 01:40:25 |
To contract the time for my behove |
| 01:40:30 |
Methought there was nothing a-meet |
| 01:40:35 |
But age, with his stealing steps |
| 01:40:41 |
Hath clawed me in his clutch |
| 01:40:45 |
Whose grave's this, sirrah? |
| 01:40:49 |
Mine, sir. |
| 01:40:51 |
I think it be thine indeed, |
| 01:40:55 |
- What man dost thou dig it for? |
| 01:40:58 |
- What woman, then? |
| 01:41:04 |
Who is to be buried in it? |
| 01:41:08 |
One that was a woman, sir. |
| 01:41:12 |
How absolute the knave is. |
| 01:41:17 |
How long hast thou been grave-maker? |
| 01:41:20 |
Since that very day |
| 01:41:22 |
He that is mad and sent into England. |
| 01:41:24 |
Ay, marry, why was he sent into England? |
| 01:41:28 |
Why, because he was mad. |
| 01:41:32 |
Or, if he do not, 'tis no great matter there. |
| 01:41:35 |
- Why? |
| 01:41:38 |
There the men are as mad as he. |
| 01:41:45 |
How long will a man lie in the earth |
| 01:41:47 |
Faith, if he be not rotten before he die, |
| 01:41:53 |
Here's a skull now... |
| 01:41:55 |
hath lain you in the earth |
| 01:41:58 |
Whose was it? |
| 01:42:00 |
A whoreson mad fellow's it was. |
| 01:42:03 |
He poured a flagon of Rhenish |
| 01:42:05 |
- Whose do you think it was? |
| 01:42:09 |
This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull... |
| 01:42:12 |
the King's jester. |
| 01:42:15 |
- This? |
| 01:42:17 |
Let me see. |
| 01:42:25 |
Alas, poor Yorick. |
| 01:42:29 |
I knew him, Horatio... |
| 01:42:31 |
a fellow of infinite jest, |
| 01:42:42 |
He hath borne me on his back |
| 01:42:47 |
And now, |
| 01:42:52 |
My gorge rises at it. |
| 01:42:56 |
Here hung those lips that I have kissed |
| 01:43:03 |
Where be your gibes now? |
| 01:43:07 |
Your gambols, your songs, |
| 01:43:11 |
that were wont to set the table on a roar? |
| 01:43:18 |
Not one now, to mock your own grinning? |
| 01:43:22 |
Quite chopfallen? |
| 01:43:26 |
Now get you to my lady's chamber... |
| 01:43:31 |
and tell her... |
| 01:43:33 |
let her paint an inch thick... |
| 01:43:37 |
to this favor she must come. |
| 01:43:42 |
Make her laugh at that. |
| 01:44:01 |
The King, the courtiers. |
| 01:44:10 |
Who is this they follow? |
| 01:44:24 |
Lay her in the earth. |
| 01:44:27 |
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh |
| 01:44:40 |
Sweets to the sweet. |
| 01:44:46 |
Farewell. |
| 01:44:52 |
I hoped thou shouldst have been |
| 01:44:55 |
I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, |
| 01:44:59 |
and not to have strewed thy grave. |
| 01:45:09 |
Hold off the earth awhile, till I have |
| 01:45:12 |
O rose of May... |
| 01:45:16 |
dear maid... |
| 01:45:18 |
kind sister. |
| 01:45:33 |
The devil take thy soul! |
| 01:45:35 |
I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat... |
| 01:45:38 |
for I have in me something dangerous... |
| 01:45:40 |
which let thy wiseness fear. |
| 01:45:44 |
Pluck them asunder! |
| 01:45:47 |
Good my lord, be quiet. |
| 01:45:48 |
I loved Ophelia. |
| 01:45:52 |
Forty thousand brothers could not... |
| 01:45:54 |
with all their quantity of love... |
| 01:45:56 |
make up my sum. |
| 01:46:00 |
What wilt thou do for her? |
| 01:46:02 |
'Swounds, show me what thou wilt do! |
| 01:46:11 |
Hear you, sir, I loved you ever. |
| 01:46:17 |
But it is no matter. |
| 01:46:20 |
Let Hercules himself do what he may... |
| 01:46:25 |
the cat will mew |
| 01:46:51 |
I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him. |
| 01:47:05 |
Will you be ruled by me? |
| 01:47:07 |
I will, my lord, |
| 01:47:10 |
To thine own peace. |
| 01:47:12 |
But tell me, sir... |
| 01:47:13 |
why you proceeded not against |
| 01:47:17 |
For two especial reasons: |
| 01:47:19 |
The Queen his mother |
| 01:47:24 |
And for myself. |
| 01:47:26 |
My virtue or my plague, |
| 01:47:30 |
she is so conjunctive to my life and soul... |
| 01:47:32 |
that, as the star moves |
| 01:47:37 |
I could not but by her. |
| 01:47:44 |
The other motive is the great love |
| 01:47:49 |
Laertes, was your father dear to you? |
| 01:47:54 |
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, |
| 01:47:58 |
Why ask you this? |
| 01:47:59 |
Not that I think |
| 01:48:04 |
what would you undertake |
| 01:48:08 |
in deed more than in words? |
| 01:48:13 |
To cut his throat in the church. |
| 01:48:20 |
Revenge should have no bounds. |
| 01:48:24 |
That we would do... |
| 01:48:27 |
we should do when we would. |
| 01:48:33 |
I'll work the prince... |
| 01:48:36 |
to an exploit now ripe in my device, |
| 01:48:41 |
And for his death... |
| 01:48:45 |
no wind of blame shall breathe... |
| 01:48:47 |
but even his mother |
| 01:48:52 |
and call it accident. |
| 01:48:56 |
Lord Hamlet! |
| 01:49:07 |
Your lordship is right welcome |
| 01:49:10 |
I humbly thank you, sir. |
| 01:49:12 |
Sweet lord, |
| 01:49:14 |
I should impart a thing to you |
| 01:49:17 |
I will receive it, sir, |
| 01:49:20 |
Put your bonnet to his right use. |
| 01:49:23 |
I thank your lordship, it is very hot. |
| 01:49:26 |
No, believe me, it is very cold. |
| 01:49:29 |
My lord, His Majesty bade me tell you... |
| 01:49:32 |
that he has laid a great wager |
| 01:49:35 |
Laertes, believe me, |
| 01:49:38 |
I well know |
| 01:49:41 |
To know a man well were to know himself. |
| 01:49:45 |
The king hath wagered |
| 01:49:48 |
that in a dozen passes between you... |
| 01:49:50 |
he shall not exceed you three hits. |
| 01:49:52 |
It would come |
| 01:49:55 |
if your lordship would vouchsafe |
| 01:49:58 |
I will win for him, if I can. |
| 01:50:01 |
If not, I gain nothing but my shame |
| 01:50:04 |
Shall I deliver you even so? |
| 01:50:07 |
If his fitness speaks, mine is ready... |
| 01:50:10 |
now or whensoever, |
| 01:50:32 |
- You will lose this wager, my lord. |
| 01:50:35 |
I have been in continual practice. |
| 01:50:40 |
Thou wouldst not think |
| 01:50:46 |
But it is no matter. |
| 01:50:49 |
If your mind dislike anything, obey it. |
| 01:50:52 |
Not a whit. We defy augury. |
| 01:50:57 |
I have it. |
| 01:50:59 |
When in your motion you are hot and dry... |
| 01:51:04 |
I'll have a chalice, which if he but sip... |
| 01:51:06 |
our purpose may hold there. |
| 01:51:09 |
For that purpose, I'll anoint my sword. |
| 01:51:12 |
I bought an unction of a mountebank... |
| 01:51:14 |
so mortal that, if I but scratch him, |
| 01:51:21 |
It warms the very sickness in my heart |
| 01:51:25 |
"Thus diest thou." |
| 01:51:38 |
There is special providence |
| 01:51:43 |
If it be now, it is not to come. |
| 01:51:47 |
If it be not to come, it will be now. |
| 01:51:51 |
If it be not now, yet it will come. |
| 01:52:04 |
The readiness is all. |
| 01:53:15 |
All salute! |
| 01:53:21 |
Come, Hamlet, come, |
| 01:53:29 |
Give me your pardon, sir. |
| 01:53:33 |
but pardon it, as you are a gentleman. |
| 01:53:35 |
Sir, in this audience... |
| 01:53:37 |
free me so far |
| 01:53:41 |
that I have shot my arrow over the house |
| 01:53:44 |
I am satisfied in nature... |
| 01:53:46 |
but in terms of honor, I stand aloof... |
| 01:53:49 |
and will no reconcilement. |
| 01:53:54 |
Yet I receive your offered love like love... |
| 01:53:57 |
and will not wrong it. |
| 01:53:59 |
I embrace it freely... |
| 01:54:01 |
and will this brother's wager frankly play. |
| 01:54:05 |
Give us the sword! |
| 01:54:09 |
Come, one for me. |
| 01:54:11 |
- Cousin Hamlet, you know the wager? |
| 01:54:14 |
Your Grace has laid the odds |
| 01:54:16 |
I do not fear it. I have seen you both. |
| 01:54:19 |
Set me the stoup of wine upon that table. |
| 01:54:22 |
If Hamlet give the first or second hit... |
| 01:54:24 |
the King shall drink |
| 01:54:28 |
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, |
| 01:54:33 |
the cannons to the heavens, |
| 01:54:36 |
"Now the King drinks to Hamlet!" |
| 01:55:21 |
What's wrong, Laertes? |
| 01:55:30 |
Higher, Laertes! |
| 01:55:44 |
Go to it, Laertes! |
| 01:55:56 |
- One! |
| 01:55:58 |
- A hit, a very palpable hit. |
| 01:56:01 |
Stay. |
| 01:56:07 |
Give me drink. |
| 01:56:10 |
Hamlet... |
| 01:56:12 |
this pearl is thine. |
| 01:56:16 |
Here's to thy health! |
| 01:56:29 |
I'll play this bout first. Set it by a while. |
| 01:57:26 |
Stay! |
| 01:57:54 |
- Another hit! What say you? |
| 01:57:57 |
- Our son shall win. |
| 01:58:02 |
The queen carouses |
| 01:58:06 |
Gertrude, do not drink. |
| 01:58:10 |
I will, my lord, I pray you pardon me. |
| 01:58:21 |
I dare not drink yet, madam. By and by. |
| 01:58:24 |
Come, let me wipe thy face. |
| 01:59:00 |
This is too heavy. |
| 01:59:18 |
Come for the third, Laertes. |
| 01:59:20 |
Say you so? Come on! |
| 01:59:28 |
Laertes, you have practiced much. |
| 01:59:40 |
Parry again, lord. |
| 02:00:00 |
Come, my lord! |
| 02:00:13 |
My lord Hamlet! |
| 02:00:25 |
Break it! |
| 02:00:27 |
Nothing, neither way. Part, sirs! |
| 02:00:57 |
'Tis unfair! |
| 02:01:05 |
Nay, come again! |
| 02:01:16 |
Fight, Laertes! |
| 02:01:20 |
Look to the Queen there! Ho! |
| 02:01:23 |
They bleed on both sides. |
| 02:01:31 |
- How does my lord? |
| 02:01:33 |
She swoons to see them bleed! |
| 02:01:37 |
No! |
| 02:01:40 |
The drink. |
| 02:01:48 |
O my dear Hamlet... |
| 02:02:13 |
O villainy! |
| 02:02:15 |
Ho! Let the doors be locked! |
| 02:02:17 |
Treachery! Seek it out. |
| 02:02:19 |
It is here, Hamlet. |
| 02:02:21 |
Hamlet, thou art slain. |
| 02:02:23 |
No medicine in the world |
| 02:02:26 |
The treacherous instrument |
| 02:02:28 |
unbated and envenomed. |
| 02:02:31 |
The foul practice hath turned itself on me. |
| 02:02:34 |
I am justly killed with mine own treachery. |
| 02:02:38 |
Exchange forgiveness with me, |
| 02:02:41 |
Mine and my father's death |
| 02:02:43 |
Nor mine on thee. |
| 02:02:45 |
I can no more! |
| 02:02:52 |
The King... |
| 02:02:54 |
The King's to blame. |
| 02:03:03 |
The point envenomed. |
| 02:03:09 |
Then, venom, to thy work! |
| 02:03:17 |
Yet defend me, friends. |
| 02:03:25 |
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, |
| 02:03:29 |
drink of this potion. |
| 02:03:32 |
Is thy union here? Follow my mother! |
| 02:03:57 |
I am dead, Horatio. |
| 02:04:12 |
Wretched queen... |
| 02:04:15 |
adieu. |
| 02:04:29 |
You that look pale |
| 02:04:34 |
Had I but time... |
| 02:04:36 |
as this fell sergeant, death, |
| 02:04:43 |
I could tell you... |
| 02:04:46 |
But let it be. |
| 02:04:53 |
Horatio, I am dead. |
| 02:04:57 |
Thou livest. |
| 02:05:03 |
God, Horatio, what a wounded name... |
| 02:05:06 |
things standing thus unknown, |
| 02:05:10 |
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart... |
| 02:05:17 |
absent thee from felicity awhile... |
| 02:05:19 |
and then in this harsh world |
| 02:05:24 |
to tell my story. |
| 02:05:30 |
I die, Horatio. |
| 02:05:35 |
The potent poison |
| 02:05:43 |
The rest is silence. |
| 02:05:58 |
Good night, sweet prince... |
| 02:06:01 |
and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. |
| 02:09:05 |
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