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Hamlet Michael Almereyda
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I have of late, |
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Iost all my mirth. |
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What a piece of work is a man. |
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How noble in reason, |
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In form, in moving, |
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how express and admirable. |
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In action, how like an ángel. |
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The beauty of the worid, |
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the paragon of animals. |
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And yet to me... |
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what is this |
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Though yet of Hamlet |
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our memory be green |
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and that it is us befitted |
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and our whole kingdom to be |
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Yet so far hath discretion |
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that we with wisest sorrow |
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together with remembrance |
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Therefore our sometime sister, |
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now our Queen, |
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the imperial jointress |
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have we, as 'twere, |
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with an auspicious |
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with mirth and funeral, |
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in equal scale, |
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taken to wife. |
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Nor have we herein |
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which have freely gone |
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For all... |
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Our thanks. |
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Now follow that you know, |
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young Fortinbras, |
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holding a weak supposal |
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or thinking by our late |
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our state to be disjoint |
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co-leagued with this |
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he hath not failed to |
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importing the surrender of |
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lost by his father, |
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with all bond of law |
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So much for him. |
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And now, Laertes, |
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The head is not more native to |
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than the throne of Denmark |
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What wouldst thou have, Laertes? |
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My dread lord, your leave |
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from whence, though willing I come |
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now I must confess that duty done, |
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Have you your father's leave? |
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He has wrung from me by slow leave, |
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and at last upon his will |
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I sealed my hard consent. |
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I do beseech you |
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Take thy fair hour, Laertes. |
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and thy best grace. |
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My cousin Hamlet, and my son. |
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How is it that the clouds |
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Hamlet, |
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cast thy nighted colour off, |
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and let thine eye look like |
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Do not with veiled lids seek for |
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Thou know'st 'tis common. |
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All that lives must die, |
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Ay, madam, it is common. |
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If it be, |
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why seems it so |
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Seems, madam? |
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Nay, it is. |
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'Tis not alone my inky cloak, |
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nor customary suits |
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nor windy suspiration |
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of forced breath. No. |
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Nor the fruitful river in the eye |
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These indeed seem. |
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They are actions |
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But I have within |
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these but the trappings |
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'Tis sweet and commendable |
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to give these mourning duties |
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That father lost, |
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and the survivor bound |
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in filial obligation for some term |
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But to persevere in condolement |
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'Tis unmanly grief. |
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It shows a will most incorrect |
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a heart unfortified, |
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For your intent on going back |
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is most retrograde |
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We beseech you to remain in |
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Let not thy mother |
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Stay with us, go not |
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I shall in all my best |
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O that this too too solid flesh |
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thaw and resolve itself |
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Or the Everlasting had not fixed |
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O God, how weary, stale, |
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flat and unprofitable seem to me |
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all the uses of this worid. |
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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, that was |
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to this, Hyperion to a satyr. |
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So loving to my mother that |
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visit her face too roughly. |
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She would hang on him as if |
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increase of appetite grew by |
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I may not think on it. |
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Frailty, thy name is woman. |
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O little month, |
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or ere these shoes were old |
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with which she followed |
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like Niobe, all tears. |
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Why she, even she, O, God. |
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A beast that wants discourse of |
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Married with my uncle, |
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but no more like my father |
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Within a month. |
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Ere yet the salt of most |
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the flushing in her galled eyes, |
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she married. |
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O most wicked speed, |
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to post with such dexterity |
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It is not, |
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nor it cannot come to good, |
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for I must hold my tongue. |
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What make you from Wittenberg? |
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Marcella. |
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My good lord. |
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I am very glad to see you. |
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Good even, sir. |
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But what, in faith, |
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A truant disposition, |
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What is your affair in Elsinore? |
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I came to see |
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I prithee, do not mock me, |
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Indeed, 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 have met my dearest foe |
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or ever I had seen that day. |
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My father. |
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Where, my lord? |
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In my mind's eye. |
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I saw him once. |
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He was a man, take him for all, |
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I think I saw him, |
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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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while I deliver upon witness of |
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In the dead waste of the middle of |
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Where was this? |
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Upon the platform where we watched. |
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'Tis here. |
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Did you not speak to it? |
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I did, but answer made it none. |
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Yet once, methought, |
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like as if it would speak. |
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Stay, illusión. |
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If thou hast any sound or use |
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It is offended. |
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If there be good to be done |
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and grace to me, speak to me. |
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Speak! Speak! |
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I charge thee, speak. |
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'Tis very strange. |
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As I do live, my lord, |
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And we did think of it our duty |
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Indeed, indeed, |
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Hold you the watch again tonight? |
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I do, my lord. |
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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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Most constantly. |
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How would I have been there. |
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I would have much amazed you. |
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I will watch tonight. |
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I will speak to it |
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gape and bid me hold my peace. |
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And I pray you all, |
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this sight, let it be |
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And what shall hap tonight, |
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I will require your loves. |
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Upon on the platform, |
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Our duty to your honour. |
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Your loves as mine to you. |
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Would the night were come. |
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Till then, sit still my soul. |
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Foul deeds will rise, |
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though all the earth |
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Perhaps he loves you now, |
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and now no soil nor cautel |
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doth besmirch the virtue |
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But you must fear. |
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His virtue weighed, |
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for he 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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the health and safety of this state. |
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Therefore must his choice be |
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of that body whereof he is head. |
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Then if he says he loves you, |
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as he in his particular act |
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may give his saying deed which is |
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no further than the main voice |
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Then weigh what loss your |
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credent ear |
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you list his songs, |
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or lose your heart. |
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Or your chaste treasure open to |
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his ummastered importunity. |
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Fear it, Ophelia. |
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Fear it, my dear sister. |
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Keep you in the rear |
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out of shot and danger of desire. |
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Best safety lies in fear. |
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Youth to itself rebels, |
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though none else near. |
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I shall the effect of |
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as watchman to my heart. |
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But good my brother do not, |
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show me the steep and thorny |
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while like a puffed |
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himself the primrose path |
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and recks not his own creed. |
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Fear me not. |
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I stay too long. |
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A double blessing |
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Occasión smiles upon a second leave. |
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Yet here, Laertes? |
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Aboard, aboard for shame. |
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The wind sits in the shoulder |
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of your sail, and you stayed for? |
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My blessing with thee. |
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And these few precepts, |
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in thy memory look thou character. |
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Give thy thoughts no tongue, |
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nor unproportioned thought his act. |
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Be thou familiar, |
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Those friends thou hast, |
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grapple them to thy soul |
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But do not dull thy palm |
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with entertainment of each |
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Beware of entrance to a quarrel, |
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but being in it, |
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bear it that the opposed |
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Give every man thy ear, |
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Take each man's censure, |
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Costly thy habit |
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but not expressed in fancy. |
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Rich, not gaudy. |
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For the apparel |
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Neither a borrower |
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for loan oft loses |
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This above all, |
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and it must follow, |
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thou canst not be false to any man. |
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I humbly take my leave, my lord. |
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The time invites you. Go. |
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Farewell, Ophelia. |
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Remember well what I said to you. |
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Angels and ministers of grace |
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Be thou a spirit of health |
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bring with thee airs of heaven |
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thou com'st in such questionable |
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Mark me. |
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I will. |
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My hour is almost come |
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when I to sulphurous and tormenting |
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Alas, poor ghost. |
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Pity me not. |
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But lend thy serious hearing |
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Speak. I am bound to hear. |
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I am thy father's spirit, |
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doomed for a term to walk the night |
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and by day to fast in fires till |
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the foul crimes done in my days |
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But that I am forbid to tell |
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I could a tale unfold whose |
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freeze thy young blood, |
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make thy two eyes like stars |
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thy knotted and combined locks |
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and each to stand on end |
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But this eternal blazon must not |
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List, list, o list! |
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thy dear father love. |
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O God! |
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Revenge his foul |
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Murder? |
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Murder most foul, |
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but this most foul, |
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Now, |
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Hamlet, dear. |
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'Tis given out that |
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a serpent stung me. |
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So the whole ear of Denmark |
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of my death rankly abused. |
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But know, nobled youth, the serpent |
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now wears his crown. |
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My uncle! |
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Ay, that incestuous, adulterate |
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with traitorous gifts, wicked |
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won to his shameful lust |
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my most seeming-virtuous queen. |
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O, Hamlet, what a falling off |
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whose love was of a dignity that |
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it went hand in hand with |
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And to decline upon a wretch |
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whose natural gifts were |
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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 in my orchard, |
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upon my secure hour thy uncle stole |
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with juice of cursed hebona |
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and in the porches of my ears |
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whose effect holds such enmity |
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that swift as quicksilver |
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and with sudden vigour it curds |
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like eager droppings into milk, |
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the thin and wholesome blood. |
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So did it mine. |
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Thus was I, sleeping, |
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unhouseled, disappointed, |
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but sent to my account with |
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O horrible, horrible, |
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If thou hast nature in thee, |
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Let not the royal bed of Denmark |
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be a couch for luxury |
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But howsoever thou pursuest |
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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 |
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to prick and sting her. |
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Fare thee well at once. |
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Remember me. |
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The time is out of joint. |
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O cursed spite, |
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that ever I was born |
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My lord. |
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What news, my lord? |
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O day and night, |
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Therefore as a stranger |
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There are more things |
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than are dreamt of |
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My fate cries out. |
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What is it, Ophelia, |
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So please you, something |
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Marry, well bethought. |
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Give me up the truth. |
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He hath, of late, made many |
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Affection! |
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Think yourself a baby, |
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that you take these tenders for |
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Tender yourself more dearly. |
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He hath importuned me with |
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When the blood burns, |
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how prodigal the soul |
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These blazes, daughter, |
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given more light than heat, |
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even in their promise |
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you must not take for fire. |
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I do not know what I should think. |
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From this time, |
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be scanter of your maiden presence. |
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Set your entreatments |
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than a command to parley. |
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The Lord Hamlet, believe in him |
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and with a larger tether may he |
| 00:28:01 |
Do not believe his vows. |
| 00:28:04 |
I would not, in plain terms, |
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from this time forth, |
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have you so slander |
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any moment leisure as to give |
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with the Lord Hamlet. |
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Look to it. |
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I charge you. |
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We have the word "to be". |
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But what I propose ¡s |
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"Inter-be". |
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It ¡s not poss¡ble to be alone, |
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to be by yourself. |
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You need other people |
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You need other be¡ngs |
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Not only you need |
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but also uncle, |
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or brother, s¡ster, |
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soc¡ety. |
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But you also need sunsh¡ne, |
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r¡ver, a¡r, trees, |
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b¡rds, elephants, |
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So ¡t ¡s ¡mposs¡ble to be |
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by yourself, alone. |
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You have to "¡nter-be" |
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w¡th everyone and everyth¡ng else. |
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And therefore to be |
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To the celestial |
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the most beautified Ophelia. |
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Doubt that 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 my love. |
| 00:32:05 |
To be or not to be. |
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To be or not to be. |
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So oft ¡t chances |
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that for some v¡c¡ous |
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or by some hab¡t |
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the form of plaus¡ble manners, |
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that these men, |
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carry¡ng, I say, |
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the¡r v¡rtues else they |
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shall ¡n the general censure |
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How goes my good Lord Hamlet? |
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Well, God-a-mercy. |
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Do you know me, my lord? |
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Excellent well. |
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Not I, my lord. |
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Then I would you were |
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Honest, my lord? |
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Ay, sir. To be honest, |
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¡s to one man of ten thousand. |
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That ¡s very true, my lord. |
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Have you a daughter? |
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I have, my lord. |
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Let her not walk in the sun. |
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Conception is a blessing, |
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friend, look to it. |
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How say you by that? |
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St¡ll harp¡ng on my daughter. |
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And truly ¡n my youth |
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I suffered much for love. |
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Will you go out into the air? |
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Into my grave. |
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My honourable lord, |
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You cannot take from me anything |
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except my life. |
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Except my life. |
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Except my life. |
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Except my life. |
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My liege. |
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My liege, and madam. |
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To expostulate... |
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what majesty should be, |
| 00:34:40 |
what duty is, |
| 00:34:42 |
why day is day, |
| 00:34:44 |
and time is time, |
| 00:34:48 |
night, day and time. |
| 00:34:50 |
Therefore, since brevity |
| 00:34:53 |
is the soul of wit |
| 00:34:55 |
and tediousness the limbs |
| 00:34:59 |
I will be brief. |
| 00:35:02 |
Your noble son is mad. |
| 00:35:05 |
Mad call I it, for to define |
| 00:35:08 |
true madness, what is it but... |
| 00:35:11 |
to be nothing else but mad? |
| 00:35:13 |
But let that go. |
| 00:35:15 |
More matter, less art. |
| 00:35:17 |
I swear I use no art at all. |
| 00:35:20 |
That he is mad, 'tis true, |
| 00:35:24 |
and pity 'tis, 'tis true |
| 00:35:28 |
for I will use no art. |
| 00:35:30 |
Mad let us grant him then. |
| 00:35:33 |
Now remains for us to find out |
| 00:35:36 |
the cause of this effect. |
| 00:35:38 |
Or rather the cause of this defect. |
| 00:35:40 |
For this effect, |
| 00:35:44 |
Thus it remains, |
| 00:35:50 |
Perpend: I have a daughter, |
| 00:35:52 |
have while she is mine, |
| 00:35:56 |
and obedience, mark, |
| 00:36:01 |
Gather now and surmise. |
| 00:36:05 |
Came this from Hamlet to her? |
| 00:36:08 |
"I have no art to reckon my groans. |
| 00:36:12 |
Every thought of thine, |
| 00:36:14 |
ever more whist this machine |
| 00:36:21 |
This in obedience |
| 00:36:24 |
And more above, |
| 00:36:26 |
hath his solicitings |
| 00:36:29 |
as they fell out by time, means |
| 00:36:37 |
How hath she received his love? |
| 00:36:47 |
What do you think of me? |
| 00:36:51 |
As of a man, |
| 00:36:54 |
I would fain prove so. |
| 00:36:57 |
But what might you think had I |
| 00:37:00 |
as I perceived |
| 00:37:03 |
what might you or |
| 00:37:07 |
if I had looked upon |
| 00:37:10 |
What might you think? |
| 00:37:13 |
No, I went round to work |
| 00:37:16 |
and my young mistress |
| 00:37:20 |
"Lord Hamlet is a prince, |
| 00:37:22 |
out of thy star. |
| 00:37:24 |
This must not be." |
| 00:37:37 |
She took the fruits of |
| 00:37:41 |
a short tale to make, |
| 00:37:44 |
fell into a sadness, |
| 00:37:45 |
then into a fast, |
| 00:37:47 |
thence to a watch, |
| 00:37:51 |
thence to a lightness |
| 00:37:55 |
into the madness |
| 00:37:57 |
wherein now he raves, |
| 00:38:01 |
and all we mourn for. |
| 00:38:04 |
Do you think 'tis this? |
| 00:38:07 |
It may be, very like. |
| 00:38:10 |
Take this from this, |
| 00:38:20 |
If circumstances lead me, |
| 00:38:22 |
I will find where truth is hid, |
| 00:38:25 |
though it were hid, indeed, |
| 00:38:38 |
To be or not to be, |
| 00:38:43 |
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind |
| 00:38:45 |
to suffer the slings and arrows |
| 00:38:49 |
or to take arms against |
| 00:38:53 |
and by opposing, |
| 00:38:55 |
To die, |
| 00:38:58 |
to sleep... |
| 00:39:01 |
no more. |
| 00:39:03 |
And by a sleep to say |
| 00:39:06 |
and the thousand natural shocks |
| 00:39:09 |
'Tis a consummation |
| 00:39:14 |
To die, |
| 00:39:17 |
to sleep, perchance to dream. |
| 00:39:23 |
There's the rub. |
| 00:39:25 |
For in that sleep of death, |
| 00:39:29 |
have shuffled off this |
| 00:39:33 |
There's the respect |
| 00:39:36 |
that makes calamity |
| 00:39:40 |
For who could bear |
| 00:39:44 |
the proud man's contumely, |
| 00:39:46 |
the insolence of office, |
| 00:39:49 |
the pangs of disprized love, |
| 00:39:52 |
when he himself might |
| 00:39:55 |
with a bare bodkin? |
| 00:39:58 |
Who would fardles bear, |
| 00:40:02 |
under a weary life |
| 00:40:05 |
were it not the dread |
| 00:40:08 |
The undiscovered country |
| 00:40:10 |
to whose bourn no traveller returns |
| 00:40:15 |
puzzles the will |
| 00:40:16 |
and makes us rather bear |
| 00:40:19 |
than fly to others we know not of. |
| 00:40:22 |
And thus conscience |
| 00:40:24 |
does make cowards of us all. |
| 00:40:28 |
And thus the native hue |
| 00:40:34 |
is sicklied o'er with |
| 00:40:38 |
and enterprises of |
| 00:40:41 |
in this regard |
| 00:40:43 |
their currents turn awry |
| 00:40:47 |
and lose the name of action. |
| 00:41:06 |
My excellent good friend! |
| 00:41:09 |
How dost thou, Guildenstern? |
| 00:41:11 |
Ah, Rosencrantz! |
| 00:41:13 |
Good lads, how do you both? |
| 00:41:17 |
As the indifferent children |
| 00:41:20 |
Happy in that |
| 00:41:22 |
On fortune's cap we are not |
| 00:41:25 |
- Nor the soles of her shoes? |
| 00:41:47 |
What news? |
| 00:41:50 |
None, my lord, but that |
| 00:41:53 |
Then doomsday is near. |
| 00:41:55 |
But your news is not true. |
| 00:42:00 |
What have you my friends deserved |
| 00:42:02 |
at the hands of fortune that |
| 00:42:06 |
Prison, my lord? |
| 00:42:07 |
Denmark is a prison. |
| 00:42:09 |
Then the worid is one. |
| 00:42:11 |
A goodly one, with confines, |
| 00:42:14 |
wards and dungeons, |
| 00:42:18 |
We think not so, my lord. |
| 00:42:20 |
Well then 'tis none to you, |
| 00:42:22 |
for their is neither good |
| 00:42:25 |
To me it is a prison. |
| 00:42:27 |
Your ambition makes it so. |
| 00:42:31 |
O God, I could be |
| 00:42:33 |
bound in a nutshell and count |
| 00:42:39 |
Were it not that |
| 00:42:44 |
What make you here? |
| 00:42:46 |
To visit you, my lord, |
| 00:42:57 |
Can you by no conference get from |
| 00:43:01 |
grating so harshly his days with |
| 00:43:05 |
He confesses he feel d¡stracted, |
| 00:43:07 |
but from what cause |
| 00:43:10 |
Nor do we f¡nd h¡m |
| 00:43:13 |
but w¡th a crafty madness |
| 00:43:14 |
keeps aloof when we would br¡ng |
| 00:43:19 |
Did he receive you well? |
| 00:43:21 |
Most l¡ke a gentleman. |
| 00:43:22 |
But forces h¡s d¡spos¡t¡on. |
| 00:43:24 |
N¡ggard of quest¡on, but of |
| 00:43:31 |
Thank you, Rosencrantz |
| 00:43:34 |
Thank you, Guildenstern |
| 00:43:38 |
We lay our serv¡ce |
| 00:43:48 |
O what a rogue |
| 00:43:52 |
Is it not monstrous |
| 00:43:55 |
but in a fiction, |
| 00:43:57 |
in a dream of passión, |
| 00:43:59 |
could force his soul so |
| 00:44:02 |
that from her working |
| 00:44:05 |
his whole function suiting |
| 00:44:09 |
And all for nothing. |
| 00:44:12 |
What would be do, |
| 00:44:14 |
had he the motive and cue |
| 00:44:31 |
I've heard that guilty creatures, |
| 00:44:36 |
have by the cunning of the scene, |
| 00:44:40 |
that presently they have |
| 00:44:43 |
For murder, though it hath |
| 00:44:48 |
will speak with |
| 00:44:52 |
I know my course. |
| 00:44:55 |
The spirit I have seen |
| 00:44:58 |
And the devil hath power |
| 00:45:02 |
and perhaps out of my weakness |
| 00:45:06 |
I'll have grounds |
| 00:45:10 |
The play's the thing |
| 00:45:13 |
wherein I'll catch |
| 00:45:22 |
'Tis most true |
| 00:45:25 |
and he beseeched me |
| 00:45:27 |
to entreat your majesties |
| 00:45:29 |
to hear and see the matter. |
| 00:45:31 |
With all my heart and it doth |
| 00:45:35 |
Good gentlemen, |
| 00:45:37 |
and drive his purpose |
| 00:45:40 |
We shall, my lord. |
| 00:45:42 |
And for your part, Ophelia, |
| 00:45:43 |
I do wish your beauties be |
| 00:45:46 |
of Hamlet's wildness. |
| 00:45:49 |
So shall I hope your virtues will |
| 00:46:21 |
How does your honour? |
| 00:46:24 |
I humbly thank you. Well. |
| 00:46:32 |
I have remembrances of yours |
| 00:46:37 |
I pray you, receive them. |
| 00:46:41 |
No, not I. |
| 00:46:45 |
My honoured lord, |
| 00:46:48 |
And with words of so sweet a breath |
| 00:46:52 |
Their perfume lost, take them. |
| 00:46:55 |
For to the noble mind, |
| 00:46:57 |
rich gifts wax poor |
| 00:47:00 |
There, my lord. |
| 00:47:04 |
Are you honest? |
| 00:47:06 |
Lord? |
| 00:47:09 |
Are you fair? |
| 00:47:12 |
What means your lordship? |
| 00:47:16 |
I did love you once. |
| 00:47:18 |
Indeed, you made me believe so. |
| 00:47:20 |
You should not have believed me. |
| 00:47:24 |
I loved you not. |
| 00:47:34 |
I was the more deceived. |
| 00:47:47 |
Get thee to a nunnery. |
| 00:47:50 |
Why wouldst thou be |
| 00:47:53 |
I am myself indifferent honest, |
| 00:47:57 |
yet could accuse me of things, |
| 00:48:01 |
I am very proud, |
| 00:48:03 |
revengeful, ambitious, |
| 00:48:07 |
with more offences than I have |
| 00:48:11 |
imagination to give them shape, |
| 00:48:14 |
or time to act them in. |
| 00:48:27 |
What should such |
| 00:48:29 |
crawling between earth |
| 00:48:33 |
We are errant knaves all, |
| 00:49:00 |
Where is thy father? |
| 00:49:03 |
Let the doors |
| 00:49:06 |
that he play the fool nowhere |
| 00:49:09 |
Get thee to a nunnery! |
| 00:49:35 |
Two messages. |
| 00:49:39 |
If thou dost marry, |
| 00:49:41 |
I'll g¡ve thee th¡s plague |
| 00:49:43 |
Be thou as chaste as ¡ce, |
| 00:49:46 |
thou shall not escape calumny. |
| 00:49:48 |
Get thee to a nunnery. |
| 00:49:50 |
Go! Farewell. |
| 00:49:56 |
We shall have no more marr¡age! |
| 00:50:00 |
Those that are marr¡ed already, |
| 00:50:03 |
shall l¡ve. |
| 00:50:04 |
The rest shall keep |
| 00:50:26 |
Give me that man that is not |
| 00:50:29 |
wear him in my heart's core, |
| 00:50:31 |
in my heart of heart, as I do thee. |
| 00:50:38 |
Tonight one scene comes near |
| 00:50:41 |
I have told thee |
| 00:50:43 |
I pray thee, when thou seest |
| 00:50:49 |
my uncle. If his occulted guilt |
| 00:50:52 |
do not itself unkennel |
| 00:50:55 |
it is a damned ghost we have seen. |
| 00:50:57 |
Give him heedful note, |
| 00:50:59 |
for I mine eyes |
| 00:51:02 |
and after we will our judgements |
| 00:51:04 |
Well, my lord. |
| 00:51:07 |
Get you a place. I must be idle. |
| 00:51:30 |
Hamlet, come sit by me. |
| 00:51:34 |
No, mother, here's metal |
| 00:51:37 |
Lady, shall I sit in your lap? |
| 00:51:40 |
No, my lord. |
| 00:51:41 |
I mean, my head upon your lap. |
| 00:51:43 |
Think you I meant country matters? |
| 00:51:45 |
I think nothing, my lord. |
| 00:51:48 |
Well that's a fair thought, |
| 00:51:51 |
What is, my lord? |
| 00:51:51 |
Nothing. |
| 00:51:54 |
You are merry, my lord. |
| 00:51:56 |
What should a man do |
| 00:51:59 |
Look how cheerful my mother looks |
| 00:52:03 |
Nay, 'tis twice 2 months. |
| 00:52:06 |
So long? Nay then, |
| 00:52:09 |
for I'll have a suit of sables. |
| 00:52:11 |
O heavens! Died 2 months ago |
| 00:52:15 |
Then there's hope a great man's |
| 00:52:19 |
How fares our cousin Hamlet? |
| 00:52:25 |
Excellent. |
| 00:53:30 |
What means this, my lord? |
| 00:53:32 |
It means mischief. |
| 00:54:59 |
My lord. |
| 00:55:00 |
Give me some light. Light! |
| 00:55:01 |
Cry you with false fire? |
| 00:55:03 |
Away! |
| 00:55:04 |
My lord! |
| 00:55:09 |
O good Horatio, |
| 00:55:11 |
I'll take the ghost's word for |
| 00:55:14 |
Very well, my lord. |
| 00:55:15 |
- Upon the poisoning? |
| 00:55:21 |
Some must watch |
| 00:55:25 |
Thus runs the worid away. |
| 00:55:35 |
Good. My lord. |
| 00:55:37 |
Hello, th¡s ¡s Eartha K¡tt. |
| 00:55:42 |
but unfortunately |
| 00:55:45 |
So buckle your seat belt |
| 00:55:47 |
Good my lord, vouchsafe me |
| 00:55:50 |
The King, sir... |
| 00:55:52 |
Ay, sir, what of him? |
| 00:55:53 |
...is marvellous distempered. |
| 00:55:55 |
With drink? |
| 00:55:56 |
Good my lord, try to put |
| 00:55:59 |
I'm tame. Pronounce. |
| 00:56:01 |
The Queen, your mother, |
| 00:56:04 |
has sent me to you. |
| 00:56:06 |
You're welcome. |
| 00:56:08 |
Nay, my lord, this courtesy |
| 00:56:12 |
If it shall please you to |
| 00:56:14 |
I cannot. |
| 00:56:15 |
What? |
| 00:56:16 |
Make you a wholesome answer. |
| 00:56:35 |
Now is the very |
| 00:56:38 |
when churchyards yawn |
| 00:56:40 |
and Hell itself breathes out |
| 00:56:44 |
Now could I drink hot blood |
| 00:56:47 |
and do such bitter business as |
| 00:57:14 |
I like him not, nor stands it safe |
| 00:57:17 |
with us to let his madness range. |
| 00:57:19 |
Therefore prepare you. |
| 00:57:22 |
will forthwith dispatch and he |
| 00:57:24 |
We w¡ll ourselves prov¡de. |
| 00:57:26 |
Most holy and rel¡g¡ous fear, |
| 00:57:28 |
to keep those many bod¡es safe |
| 00:57:32 |
Never alone d¡d the K¡ng s¡gh |
| 00:57:36 |
Arm you, I pray you to |
| 00:57:39 |
For we will fetter this fear |
| 00:57:43 |
We w¡ll haste us. |
| 00:57:51 |
O, my offence is rank. |
| 00:57:53 |
It smells to heaven. |
| 00:57:56 |
It has the primal |
| 00:58:08 |
What if this cursed hand were |
| 00:58:12 |
Is there rain enough in the sweet |
| 00:58:17 |
Forgive me my foul murder. |
| 00:58:22 |
That cannot be, |
| 00:58:24 |
for I still possess those effects |
| 00:58:28 |
My crown, mine own ambition, |
| 00:58:33 |
my queen. |
| 00:58:37 |
What then? What rests? |
| 00:58:40 |
Try what repentance can. |
| 00:59:09 |
My words fly up, |
| 00:59:14 |
Words without thoughts |
| 00:59:28 |
Look you lay home to him. |
| 00:59:31 |
Tell him his pranks are |
| 00:59:35 |
and that Your Grace |
| 00:59:38 |
hath screened and stood between |
| 00:59:39 |
much heat and him. |
| 00:59:43 |
Fear me not. |
| 00:59:45 |
Mother! |
| 00:59:49 |
I'll shroud me in here. |
| 00:59:50 |
Pray you, be round with him. |
| 01:00:09 |
Mother, what's the matter? |
| 01:00:12 |
Hamlet, thou hast thy father |
| 01:00:16 |
Mother, you have my father |
| 01:00:19 |
You answer with an idle tongue. |
| 01:00:21 |
You question with a wicked tongue. |
| 01:00:23 |
Have you forgot me? |
| 01:00:24 |
No, not so. You are the Queen, |
| 01:00:28 |
And would it were not so, |
| 01:00:31 |
Then I'll set those to you |
| 01:00:33 |
Come sit you down! |
| 01:00:37 |
Not till I set you up a glass |
| 01:00:39 |
where you see inmost part of you. |
| 01:00:42 |
What, thou wilt not murder me? |
| 01:00:44 |
- Help! |
| 01:00:51 |
What hast thou done? |
| 01:00:54 |
Nay, I know not. |
| 01:00:58 |
Is it the King? |
| 01:01:13 |
O what rash... |
| 01:01:15 |
and bloody deed is this? |
| 01:01:17 |
Almost as bad, |
| 01:01:19 |
as kill a king and marry |
| 01:01:22 |
Kill a king? |
| 01:01:24 |
Ay, lady, it was my word. |
| 01:01:33 |
Thou wretched, rash, |
| 01:01:36 |
I took thee for thy better. |
| 01:01:38 |
Take thy fortune. Thou find'st |
| 01:01:44 |
Leave wringing of your hands. |
| 01:01:46 |
Peace, sit you down, |
| 01:01:48 |
and let me wring your heart, |
| 01:01:50 |
for so I shall, if it be made |
| 01:01:53 |
What have I done? |
| 01:01:54 |
Have you eyes? |
| 01:01:58 |
You cannot call it love, for at |
| 01:02:02 |
It's humble. It waits upon |
| 01:02:07 |
O shame! |
| 01:02:12 |
To live in the rank sweat |
| 01:02:16 |
honeying and making love |
| 01:02:19 |
No more! |
| 01:02:20 |
Nay, a kept villain, a murderer, |
| 01:02:23 |
a king of shreds and patches! |
| 01:02:27 |
No more. |
| 01:02:32 |
How would you, gracious figure? |
| 01:02:37 |
Do not chide your tardy son. |
| 01:02:40 |
Alas, he's mad. |
| 01:02:42 |
Do not forget. This visitation |
| 01:02:45 |
thy almost blunted purpose. |
| 01:02:48 |
But look, |
| 01:02:51 |
amazement on thy mother sits. |
| 01:02:53 |
Step between her |
| 01:02:57 |
Speak to her, Hamlet. |
| 01:03:03 |
How is it with you, lady? |
| 01:03:06 |
Where on do you look? |
| 01:03:09 |
On him! Look you |
| 01:03:12 |
Do not look upon me. |
| 01:03:14 |
To whom do you speak this? |
| 01:03:17 |
Do you see nothing there? |
| 01:03:19 |
Nothing at all. |
| 01:03:22 |
This is the very coinage |
| 01:03:26 |
My pulse as yours |
| 01:03:28 |
doth temporately keep time |
| 01:03:31 |
It is not madness I have uttered. |
| 01:03:35 |
Mother, |
| 01:03:38 |
for the love of grace, |
| 01:03:40 |
confess yourself to heaven. |
| 01:03:43 |
Repent what is past. |
| 01:03:45 |
Avoid what is to come. |
| 01:03:47 |
Do not spread the compost |
| 01:03:52 |
O Hamlet, |
| 01:03:55 |
thou hast cleft my heart in twain. |
| 01:03:59 |
Throw away the worser part of it, |
| 01:04:01 |
and live the purer |
| 01:04:08 |
Good night. |
| 01:04:11 |
For the same lord, I do repent. |
| 01:04:16 |
But heaven hath pleased it so |
| 01:04:20 |
and this with me. |
| 01:04:25 |
I will bestow him, and answer well |
| 01:04:28 |
the death gave him. |
| 01:05:03 |
One word more, good lady. |
| 01:05:05 |
What shall I do? |
| 01:05:07 |
Not th¡s, by no means, |
| 01:05:10 |
tempt you aga¡n to bed, |
| 01:05:13 |
pinch wanton on your cheek, |
| 01:05:17 |
and let him, |
| 01:05:20 |
make you ravel this matter out, |
| 01:05:21 |
that I essentially am not |
| 01:05:25 |
Be thou assured. |
| 01:05:28 |
If words are made of breath, |
| 01:05:32 |
and breath of life, |
| 01:05:34 |
I have no life to breathe |
| 01:05:37 |
what thou has said to me. |
| 01:05:41 |
I must to England, |
| 01:05:45 |
Alack, I had forgotten. |
| 01:05:48 |
'T¡s so concluded on. |
| 01:05:55 |
I'll lug the guts |
| 01:05:58 |
Mother, good night. |
| 01:06:12 |
Indeed this counsellor |
| 01:06:17 |
most silent, |
| 01:06:20 |
and most grave, |
| 01:06:23 |
who was in life |
| 01:06:29 |
Come sir, to draw toward |
| 01:06:40 |
Good night, mother. |
| 01:07:03 |
What have you done, my lord, |
| 01:07:06 |
Compounded it with dust, |
| 01:07:10 |
Tell us where 'tis, so we may |
| 01:07:15 |
Do not believe it. |
| 01:07:16 |
Believe what? |
| 01:07:18 |
That I can keep your counsel |
| 01:07:22 |
Besides, to be demanded of |
| 01:07:25 |
You take me for a sponge? |
| 01:07:27 |
Ay, sir. |
| 01:07:29 |
Soaking up the King's countenance, |
| 01:07:39 |
You must tell us |
| 01:07:42 |
and go with us to the King. |
| 01:07:44 |
The body is with the King, |
| 01:07:46 |
but the King |
| 01:07:49 |
The King is a thing... |
| 01:07:50 |
A thing, my lord? |
| 01:07:52 |
...of nothing. |
| 01:07:59 |
How now, what hath befallen? |
| 01:08:02 |
Where the dead body |
| 01:08:04 |
we cannot get from him. |
| 01:08:16 |
Now Hamlet, where is Polonius? |
| 01:08:22 |
At supper. |
| 01:08:24 |
At supper? Where? |
| 01:08:27 |
Not where he eats, |
| 01:08:30 |
A convocation of politic worms |
| 01:08:35 |
We fat all creatures to fat us, |
| 01:08:39 |
Your fat king and lean beggar |
| 01:08:43 |
Two dishes, but to one table. |
| 01:08:48 |
That's the end. |
| 01:09:02 |
Where is Polonius? |
| 01:09:05 |
In heaven. |
| 01:09:08 |
If your messenger find him not, |
| 01:09:19 |
But indeed if you find him not |
| 01:09:23 |
you shall nose him as you |
| 01:09:28 |
Go seek him there. |
| 01:09:30 |
He will stay till you come. |
| 01:09:34 |
Hamlet, this deed, |
| 01:09:40 |
for thine especial safety |
| 01:09:43 |
which we do tender, |
| 01:09:45 |
as we dearly grieve for that |
| 01:09:48 |
must send thee hence |
| 01:09:50 |
Therefore prepare thyself. |
| 01:09:53 |
The bark is ready, wind helps, |
| 01:09:57 |
For England? |
| 01:09:58 |
- Ay, Hamlet. |
| 01:10:00 |
If thou knowest our purpose. |
| 01:10:03 |
Farewell, my mother. |
| 01:10:05 |
Thy loving father, Hamlet. |
| 01:10:07 |
My mother. |
| 01:10:08 |
Father and mother is man and wife, |
| 01:10:13 |
and so my mother. |
| 01:10:50 |
For everything... |
| 01:10:52 |
is sealed and done |
| 01:10:57 |
The present death of Hamlet. |
| 01:11:01 |
Do it, England, |
| 01:11:03 |
for like the hectic in my blood |
| 01:11:41 |
Good sir, |
| 01:11:47 |
The nephew to old Norway, |
| 01:12:10 |
How all occasions |
| 01:12:14 |
and spur my dull revenge. |
| 01:12:19 |
What is a man if |
| 01:12:20 |
the chief good |
| 01:12:22 |
and market of his time |
| 01:12:27 |
A beast, no more. |
| 01:12:32 |
Sure he that made us |
| 01:12:35 |
looking before and after, |
| 01:12:36 |
gave us not that capability |
| 01:12:39 |
and godlike reason |
| 01:12:43 |
Now... |
| 01:12:45 |
whether it's bestial oblivion |
| 01:12:47 |
or some craven scruple |
| 01:12:49 |
of thinking too precisely |
| 01:12:51 |
A thought quartered has one part |
| 01:12:56 |
I know not why yet |
| 01:12:59 |
I live to say: |
| 01:13:03 |
Sith I have cause, |
| 01:13:05 |
and means and strength |
| 01:13:07 |
and will to do it. |
| 01:13:09 |
Examples gross as earth |
| 01:13:32 |
Rightly to be great |
| 01:13:34 |
is not to stir |
| 01:13:37 |
but greatly to find quarrel |
| 01:13:40 |
when honour is at stake. |
| 01:13:44 |
How stand I then, |
| 01:13:47 |
that have a father killed, |
| 01:13:49 |
a mother stained, |
| 01:13:53 |
excitements of my reason |
| 01:13:57 |
and let all sleep? |
| 01:14:04 |
From this time forth, |
| 01:14:06 |
may my thoughts be bloody |
| 01:14:10 |
or be nothing worth. |
| 01:14:28 |
To my sick soul, |
| 01:14:32 |
each joy seems prologue |
| 01:14:37 |
So full of artless jealousy |
| 01:14:40 |
It spills itself |
| 01:14:48 |
Where is the beauteous |
| 01:14:51 |
How now, Ophelia? |
| 01:14:53 |
How should I your true love |
| 01:14:56 |
Alas, sweet lady, |
| 01:14:59 |
What say you? He is |
| 01:15:03 |
At his head, grassgreen turf, |
| 01:15:06 |
Nay, but Ophelia... |
| 01:15:07 |
Pray you mark! |
| 01:15:09 |
My lord, alas look here. |
| 01:15:11 |
How do you, pretty lady? |
| 01:15:13 |
Pray, let's have |
| 01:15:16 |
But when they ask you, say this: |
| 01:15:24 |
Up he rose and donned his clothes |
| 01:15:27 |
but in the maid and out |
| 01:15:29 |
I hope all will be well. |
| 01:15:33 |
But I cannot choose but to weep, |
| 01:15:36 |
to think they lay him |
| 01:15:38 |
My brother will know of this. |
| 01:15:41 |
And so I thank you |
| 01:15:43 |
Good night, good night, |
| 01:15:48 |
How long has she been thus? |
| 01:15:53 |
Calmly, good Laertes. |
| 01:15:55 |
A drop of calm blood proclaims me |
| 01:15:59 |
brands the harlot even here |
| 01:16:01 |
between the unsmirched brow |
| 01:16:03 |
What causes thy rebellion |
| 01:16:07 |
Let him go, Gertrude. |
| 01:16:08 |
Do not fear our person. |
| 01:16:10 |
Such divinity doth hedge a king. |
| 01:16:13 |
Where is my father? |
| 01:16:15 |
Dead. |
| 01:16:16 |
But not by him. |
| 01:16:20 |
How came he dead? |
| 01:16:24 |
I'll not be juggled with. |
| 01:16:26 |
- No, Laertes! |
| 01:16:29 |
Conscience and grace |
| 01:16:32 |
I dare damnation! |
| 01:16:37 |
Let come what comes, |
| 01:16:40 |
only I'll be revenged |
| 01:16:43 |
Who shall stay you? |
| 01:16:45 |
My will, |
| 01:16:48 |
For my means, I'll husband them so |
| 01:16:52 |
Thou speaks like a good child |
| 01:16:58 |
That I am guiltless of |
| 01:17:00 |
and sensibly in grief for it, |
| 01:17:03 |
I shall to your |
| 01:17:06 |
as day doth to your eye. |
| 01:17:13 |
He will not come again? |
| 01:17:15 |
No, no, he's dead. |
| 01:17:20 |
Go to thy deathbed. |
| 01:17:27 |
O rose of May, dear maid. |
| 01:17:32 |
Kind sister, sweet Ophelia. |
| 01:17:35 |
Hadst thou thy wits to persuade |
| 01:17:40 |
How is it possible |
| 01:17:43 |
should be as mortal as |
| 01:17:48 |
There's rosemary, |
| 01:17:53 |
I pray you, love, remember. |
| 01:17:58 |
And there's pansies, |
| 01:18:03 |
Fennel for you and columbine. |
| 01:18:11 |
There's rue for you, |
| 01:18:15 |
and some for me too. |
| 01:18:18 |
We may call it herb |
| 01:18:23 |
You must wear your rue |
| 01:18:28 |
There's a daisy. |
| 01:18:34 |
I would give you some violets, |
| 01:18:36 |
but they withered all |
| 01:18:40 |
They say he came to a good end. |
| 01:18:51 |
Where the offence is |
| 01:19:10 |
Now must your conscience |
| 01:19:13 |
And you must put me |
| 01:19:26 |
Sith you heard |
| 01:19:28 |
that he which hath your noble |
| 01:19:37 |
Tell me why you proceed not |
| 01:19:40 |
crimeful and capital in nature. |
| 01:19:44 |
The Queen, his mother, |
| 01:19:46 |
lives almost by his looks. |
| 01:19:48 |
And for myself, my virtue or |
| 01:19:52 |
she is so conjunctive to my life |
| 01:19:54 |
that as a star moves not |
| 01:19:56 |
I could not but by her. |
| 01:20:01 |
So I have a noble father lost, |
| 01:20:04 |
a sister... |
| 01:20:07 |
driven to desperate terms, |
| 01:20:09 |
whose worth |
| 01:20:11 |
stood challenger on mount of |
| 01:20:19 |
But my revenge will come. |
| 01:20:22 |
Break not your sleeps for that. |
| 01:20:31 |
You must not think we are |
| 01:20:35 |
that we can let our beard be shook |
| 01:20:41 |
You shortly shall hear more. |
| 01:20:45 |
I loved your father |
| 01:20:47 |
and we love ourself. |
| 01:20:50 |
And that, I hope, |
| 01:21:01 |
From Hamlet. |
| 01:21:04 |
Laertes, you shall hear. |
| 01:21:09 |
"High and mighty, you shall know |
| 01:21:13 |
Tomorrow I shall beg your leave |
| 01:21:17 |
where I shall, asking your pardon, |
| 01:21:19 |
there unto recount |
| 01:21:21 |
and more strange return. |
| 01:21:25 |
"Naked"... |
| 01:21:28 |
and in the postscript he says |
| 01:21:39 |
I am lost in it, my lord. |
| 01:21:42 |
But let him come. |
| 01:21:44 |
It warms the very sickness |
| 01:21:48 |
If he be now returned, |
| 01:21:50 |
I shall work him to an exploit |
| 01:21:53 |
under the which he |
| 01:21:56 |
And for his death, |
| 01:22:00 |
Not even his mother shall uncharge |
| 01:22:14 |
Was your father dear to you? |
| 01:22:20 |
Or are you like a painting |
| 01:22:24 |
Why ask you this, my lord? |
| 01:22:27 |
There live within the flame of love |
| 01:22:31 |
a kind of wick or snuff |
| 01:22:34 |
And nothing is as a |
| 01:22:37 |
Goodness, growing to a pleurisy, |
| 01:22:42 |
That we would do, we should |
| 01:22:45 |
For that "would" changes |
| 01:22:50 |
as many as there are tongues, |
| 01:22:53 |
and then this "should" |
| 01:22:56 |
is like a spendthrift sigh |
| 01:22:58 |
that hurts by easing. |
| 01:23:06 |
But to the quick of the ulcer. |
| 01:23:10 |
What wouldst thou undertake to |
| 01:23:14 |
in deed more than in word? |
| 01:23:26 |
One woe doth tread upon |
| 01:23:29 |
so fast they follow. |
| 01:23:34 |
Your sister is drowned, Laertes. |
| 01:23:41 |
Drowned? |
| 01:23:45 |
Drowned. |
| 01:23:50 |
Drowned. |
| 01:25:42 |
Not to have strewed |
| 01:25:48 |
And but that great command |
| 01:25:52 |
in ground unsanctified have |
| 01:25:55 |
Must there be no more done? |
| 01:25:56 |
No more be done. |
| 01:26:01 |
Lay her in the earth, |
| 01:26:04 |
and from her fair |
| 01:26:07 |
Ophelia, |
| 01:26:08 |
may violets spring. |
| 01:26:11 |
Hold off the earth till I have |
| 01:26:27 |
Now pile your dust upon |
| 01:26:30 |
till of this flat |
| 01:26:37 |
What's he whose grief |
| 01:26:41 |
whose phrase of sorrow |
| 01:26:44 |
and makes them stand like |
| 01:26:57 |
The devil take thy soul! |
| 01:26:59 |
I loved Ophelia. |
| 01:27:00 |
Forty thousand brothers with all |
| 01:27:04 |
What wilt thou do for her? |
| 01:27:06 |
Wilt thou weep, wilt fight, |
| 01:27:10 |
wilt drink up easel, |
| 01:27:12 |
Dost thou come here to whine? |
| 01:27:14 |
Pluck them asunder. |
| 01:27:36 |
What is the reason you use me thus? |
| 01:27:39 |
I loved you ever. |
| 01:27:43 |
But it doth not matter. |
| 01:28:16 |
In my heart there was a fighting |
| 01:28:19 |
Praised be rashness, for it |
| 01:28:26 |
do sometimes serve us well |
| 01:28:31 |
That should teach us there's |
| 01:28:32 |
a divinity that shapes our ends, |
| 01:28:37 |
Will thou hear how I did proceed? |
| 01:28:40 |
I do beseech you. |
| 01:28:43 |
From my cabin, in the dark, |
| 01:28:47 |
groped I, |
| 01:28:49 |
to unseal their grand commissión. |
| 01:28:54 |
I found, Horatio, |
| 01:28:57 |
an exact command. |
| 01:29:01 |
My head should be struck off. |
| 01:29:06 |
Here's the commissión. |
| 01:29:08 |
Read it at more leisure. |
| 01:29:11 |
Thus rounded with villainies, |
| 01:29:14 |
I sat me down, |
| 01:29:17 |
devised a new commissión, |
| 01:29:19 |
An earnest conjuration |
| 01:29:22 |
that upon view and knowing |
| 01:29:25 |
he should these bearers |
| 01:29:32 |
So Guildenstern |
| 01:29:35 |
Why, man, they did make love |
| 01:29:38 |
They are not near my conscience. |
| 01:29:42 |
'Tis dangerous when baser nature |
| 01:29:44 |
comes between pass and fell |
| 01:29:48 |
Think that he that killed my king, |
| 01:29:50 |
whored my mother, it not conscience |
| 01:30:04 |
It must be shortly known from |
| 01:30:08 |
It will be short. |
| 01:30:10 |
The interim is mine. |
| 01:30:12 |
A man's life's no more |
| 01:30:16 |
But I am very sorry, |
| 01:30:20 |
that to Laertes I forgot myself. |
| 01:30:23 |
For by the image of my cause |
| 01:30:28 |
I'll court his favours. |
| 01:30:46 |
The King, sir. |
| 01:30:49 |
He wagers that in a dozen passes |
| 01:30:52 |
he shall not exceed you |
| 01:30:55 |
He hath laid on 12-9, |
| 01:30:58 |
and it would come to immediate |
| 01:31:04 |
How if I answer no? |
| 01:31:12 |
If it please His Majesty, it is |
| 01:31:16 |
You'll lose, my lord. |
| 01:31:18 |
I do not think so. |
| 01:31:22 |
But thou wouldst not think how |
| 01:31:24 |
ill all's here about my heart. |
| 01:31:27 |
If your mind dislike anything, |
| 01:31:31 |
I will forestall their repair |
| 01:31:35 |
No, not a whit. |
| 01:31:40 |
There is a special providence |
| 01:31:43 |
If it be now, 'tis not to come. |
| 01:31:45 |
If it be not to come, it will |
| 01:31:48 |
The readiness is all. |
| 01:31:50 |
Since no man has what he leaves, |
| 01:32:01 |
Let be. |
| 01:32:06 |
Hamlet, this pearl is thine. |
| 01:32:12 |
Here's to thy health. |
| 01:33:03 |
Give me your pardon, sir. |
| 01:33:06 |
Pardon it, as you are a gentleman. |
| 01:33:08 |
This presence knows how I am |
| 01:33:12 |
What I have done that might your |
| 01:33:16 |
I here proclaim was madness. |
| 01:33:19 |
Let my disclaiming from |
| 01:33:22 |
free me so far in your |
| 01:33:25 |
that I have shot my arrow over |
| 01:33:35 |
Give us the foils. |
| 01:33:46 |
This is too heavy. |
| 01:33:56 |
This one likes me well. |
| 01:33:58 |
These foils are all a length? |
| 01:33:59 |
Ay, my good lord. |
| 01:34:08 |
Is your skill like a star in |
| 01:34:12 |
You mock me, sir. |
| 01:34:14 |
No, by this hand. |
| 01:34:18 |
Cousin Hamlet, |
| 01:34:20 |
you know the wager? |
| 01:34:21 |
Very well. Your Grace has |
| 01:34:25 |
I do not fear it. |
| 01:34:27 |
I have seen you both, but since |
| 01:34:31 |
Set stoups of wine on the table. |
| 01:34:35 |
The King drinks to Hamlet. |
| 01:34:45 |
Come, sir. |
| 01:34:47 |
Come, my lord. |
| 01:35:26 |
Judgement? |
| 01:35:28 |
A hit. A palpable hit. |
| 01:35:35 |
Well, again. |
| 01:35:37 |
Stay, |
| 01:35:38 |
give me drink. |
| 01:35:41 |
Give him the cup. |
| 01:35:44 |
I'll play this bout first. |
| 01:36:10 |
Another hit. What say you? |
| 01:36:11 |
A touch. I do confess it. |
| 01:36:17 |
Our son shall win. |
| 01:36:23 |
Hamlet, take my napkin. |
| 01:36:26 |
The Queen carouses |
| 01:36:39 |
I pray you, pardon me. |
| 01:36:46 |
Come... |
| 01:36:49 |
let me wipe thy face. |
| 01:37:02 |
Come, Laertes. |
| 01:37:03 |
You do but dally. |
| 01:37:06 |
Say you so. |
| 01:37:11 |
Come on. |
| 01:38:02 |
Thy mother's poisoned. |
| 01:38:07 |
The King. |
| 01:38:11 |
The King's to blame. |
| 01:38:51 |
Horatio... |
| 01:38:54 |
I am dead. |
| 01:38:57 |
Thou livest. |
| 01:38:59 |
Report me and my cause |
| 01:39:05 |
And if thou didst ever |
| 01:39:09 |
absent thee from felicity awhile |
| 01:39:14 |
draw thy breath in pain |
| 01:39:45 |
The rest is silence. |
| 01:39:52 |
Now cracks a noble heart. |
| 01:39:56 |
Good night, |
| 01:39:59 |
sweet prince. |
| 01:40:02 |
And flights of angels |
| 01:40:24 |
This quarry cries on havoc. |
| 01:40:26 |
O proud death, what feast |
| 01:40:30 |
that thou so many princes |
| 01:40:34 |
so bloodily has struck? |
| 01:40:36 |
The sight is dismal. |
| 01:40:41 |
Our wills and fates |
| 01:40:45 |
that our devices |
| 01:40:48 |
Our thoughts are ours, |
| 01:40:51 |
their ends none of our own. |
| 01:40:55 |
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