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Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Ghost Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. HAMLET Murder! Ghost Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword:
He raised a sigh so piteous and profound As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
OPHELIA No, my good lord, but, as you did command, I did repel his fetters and denied His access to me.
What do you read, my lord? HAMLET Words, words, words.
HAMLET I mean, my head upon your lap? OPHELIA Ay, my lord. HAMLET Do you think I meant country matters? OPHELIA I think nothing, my lord. HAMLET That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. OPHELIA What is, my lord? HAMLET Nothing. OPHELIA You are merry, my lord.
HAMLET It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.
Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
'Thus didest thou.'
First Clown What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? Second Clown The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.
Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole?
O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt.
