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Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice: Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.
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POLONIUS [Behind.] What, ho! help, help, help! HAMLET How now? a rat? [Draws.] Dead for a ducat, dead! [Makes a pass through the arras.] POLONIUS [Behind.] O, I am slain! [Falls and dies.]
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