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Ham. What, the fair Ophelia !

SCENE II.- A hall in the castle.
Queen. Sweets to the sweet: Farewell!

Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
[Scattering flowers. Ham. So much for this, sir! now shall you see the
I hop’d, thou should'st have been my Hamlet's wife; other! -
I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, You do remember all the circumstance?
And not have strew'd thy grave.

Hor. Remember it, my

lord! Laer. O, treble woe

Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, Fall ten times treble on that cursed head

That would not let me sleep: methought, I lay Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, Depriv'd thee of!– Hold off the earth a while, And prais'd be rashness for it, – let us know, Till I have caught her once more in mine arms; Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,

(Leaps into the grave. When our deep plots do pall:and that should teach us, dust

upon the quick and dead; , There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Till of this flat a mountain you have made, Rough-hew them how we will. To o’ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head

Hor. That is most certain. of blue Olympus.

Ham. Up from my cabin, Ham. (Advancing:] What is he, whose grief My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark 12: Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of sorrow Grop'd I to find out them : had my desire; * Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew Like wonder-wounded hearers ? this is I,

To mine own room again: making so bold, Hamlet the Dane.

[Leaps into the grave. My fears forgetting manners, to unseal Laer. The devil take thy soul! (Grappling with him. Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio, Ham. Thou pray'st not well.

A royal knavery: an exact command,
I pr'ythee, take thy fingers from my throat; Larded with many several sorts of reasons,
For, though I am not splenetive and rash,

Importing Denmark's health, and England's too, romba Yet have I in me something dangerous,

With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life, Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand! That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, King. Pluck them asunder.

No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, Queen. Hamlet, Hamlet !

My head shonld be struck off. All. Gentlemen,

Hor. Is't possible? Hor. Good my lord, be quiet !

Ham. Here's the commission; read it at more lci[The Attendants part them, and they But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed?

come out of the grave. Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme, Ham. Being thus benetted round with villanies,

Hor. Ay, 'beseech you!
Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
Queen. O my son! what theme?

Or I could make a prologue to my brains,
Ham. I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thousand brothers

They had begun the play:- I sat me down; Could not, with all their quantity of love,

Devis'd a new commission; wrote it fair: Make up my sum.- What wilt thou do for her ?

I once did hold it, as our statists do, King. O, he is mad, Laertes !

baseness to write fair, and labour'd much Queen. For love of God, forbear him!

How to forget that learning: but, sir, now Ham. 'Zounds, show me what thou’lt do: It did me yeoman's service. Wilt thou know

The effect of what I wrote? Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear

Hor. Ay, good my lord ! thyself?

Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king, Woul't drink up Esil ? eat a crocodile ?

As England was his faithful tributary; I'll do't. — Dost thou come here to whine?

As love between them like the palm might flourish; To outface me with leaping in her grave ?

As peace should still her wheaten garland wear, Be buried quick with her, and so will I:

And stand a comma 'tween their amities; And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw

And many such like as's of great charge, Millions of acres on us; till our ground,

That, on the view and knowing of these contents, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Without debatement further, more, or less, Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thoul't mouth, He should the bearers put to sudden death, I'll rant as well as thou.

Not shriving-time allow'd. Queen. This is mere madness :

Hor. How was this seal'd ? And thus a while the fit will work on him;

Ham. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant; Anon, as patient as the female dove,

I had my father's' signet in my purse, When that her golden couplets are disclos’d, Which was the model of that Danish seal : His silence will sit drooping.

Folded the writ up in form of the other; Ham. Hear you, sir!

Subscrib'd it; gave't the inpression; plac'd it What is the reason that you use me thus?

safely, I lov'd you ever : but it is no matter;

The changeling never known. Now, the next day Let Hercules himself do what he may,

Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. (Exit. Thoa know'st already. King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him !– Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.

[Exit Horatio. Ham. Why, man, they did make love to this emStrengthen your patience in our last night's speech; ployment;

[To Laertes. They are not near my conscience; their defeat
We'll put the matter to the present push. – Does by their own insinuation grow:
Good Gretrude, set some watch over your son.- 'Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes
This grave shall have a living monument: Between the pass and fell incensed points
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;

of mighty opposites.
Till then, in patience our proceeding be. (Exeunt. Hor. Why, what a king is this!


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He, that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother; Ham. I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did, it
Popp'd in between the election and my hopes; would not much approve me; — well, sir!
Thrown ont his angle for my proper life,

Osr. You are not ignorant of what excellence
And with such cozenage; is’t not perfect conscience, Laertes is --
To quit him with this arm ? and is'i not to be damn'd, Ham. : dare not confess that, lest I should com-
To let this canker of our nature come


with him in excellence; but, to know a man In further evil ?

well, were to know himself. Ilor. It must be shortly known to him from England, Osr. I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the inWhat is the issue of the business there.

putation laid on him by them, in his meed be's Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine; unfellowed. And a man's life no more to say, one.

Ham. What's his weapon? But I am very sorry, good Horatio,

Osr. Rapier and dagger. That to Laertes I forgot myself ;

Ham. That's two of his weapons: but, well

. For by the image of my cause, I see

Osr. The king, sir, hath wagered with him as
The portraiture of his : I'll count his favours : Barbary horses: against the which he has impar
But, sure,
the bravery of his grief did put me ed, as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards

, Into a towering passion.

with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so: thre Hor. Peace! who comes here?

of the carriages, in faith, are very dear to fanes

, Enter OSRIC.

very responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages Osr. Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark. and of very liberal conceit. Ham. I humbly thank you, sir ! - Dost know this Ham. What call you the carriages ? water-fly?

Hor. I knew, you must be edified by the margest, Hor. No, my good lord!

ere you had done. Ham. Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a Osr. The carriages, sir, are the hangers, vice to know him. He hath much land, and fertile; Ham. The phrase would be more german

to the let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall matter, if we could carry a cannon by our sides; stand at the king's mess: 'Tis a chough; but, as II would, it might be hangers till then. Bat, on! say, spacious in the possession of dirt.

Six Barbary horses against six French swords, their Osr. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I assigns, and three liberal-conceited carriages; that's should impart a thing to you from his majesty. the French bet against the Danish. Why is this

Ham. I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of impawned, as you call it?
spirit. Your bonnet to his right use; ’tis for the head. Osr. The king, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen paste
Osr. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot. between yourself and him, he shall not exceed you
Ham. No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is three hits: he hath laid, on twelve for nine; and it

would come to immediate trial, if your lordship
Osr. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed! would vouchsafe the answer.
Ham. But yet, methinks, it is very sultry and hot; Ham. How, if I answer, no?
or my complexion-

Osr. I mean, my lord, the opposition of your per Osr. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, as son in trial. 'twere, - I cannot tell how. — My lord, his majesty Ham. Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please bade me signify to you, that he has laid a great his majesty, it is the breathing time of day with me wager on your head. Sir, this is the matter,- let the foils be brought, the gentleman willing

, and Ham. I beseech you, remember

the king hold his purpose, I will win for him, if (Hamlet moves him to put on his hat. can; if not, I will gain nothing but

my Osr.Nay, good my lord; for my ease, in good faith. the odd hits. Sir, here is newly come to court, Laertes: believe Osr. Shall I deliver you

me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent Ham. To this effect, sir; after what flourish your
differences, of very soft society, and great showing: nature will.
indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or Osr. I commend my duty to your lordship! (Exit,
calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the Ham. Yours, yours ! - He does well, to commend
continent of what part a gentleman would see. it himself; there are no tongues else for's tura,

Ham. Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in Hor. This lapwing runs away with the shell on bis
you ;-though, I know, to divide him inventorially, head.
would dizzy the arithmetic of memory; and yet but Ham. He did comply with his dag, before he seked
raw neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the it. Thus has he (and many more of the same bred,
verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of great that, I know, the drossy age dotes on:) only got the
article ; and his infusion of such dearth and rareness, tune of the time, and outward habit of encounter
as, to make true diction of him, his semblable is his a kind of yesty collection, which carries them through
mirror; and, who else would trace him, his umbrage, and through the most fond and winnowed opinions;
nothing more.

and do but blow them to their trial, the babbles are ett Osr. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.

Enter a Lord. Ham. The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the Lord. My lord, his majesty commanded bim to gentleman in our more rawer breath?

yon by young Osric, who brings back to him, that Osr. Sir ?

you attend him in the hall: he sends to knor, Hor. Is't not possible to understand in another if your pleasure hold to play with Laertes

, or that tongue? You will do't, sir, really. mam. What imports the nomination of this gen-Ham. I am constant to my purposes, they follo

you will take longer time. tleman ?

the king's pleasure: if his fitness speaks, miue is Osr. of Laertes ?

ready; now, or whensoever, provided I be so able Hor. His purse is empty already; all his golden as now. words are spent.

Lord. The king,and queen, and all are coming dowz. Ham. Of him, sir.

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Lord. The queen desires you, to use some gentle Ham. This likes me well: these foils have all a entertainment to Laertes, before you fall to play. length ?

[They prepare to play. Ham. She well instructs me.

(Exit Lord.

Ost. Ay, my good lord !
Hor. You will lose this wager, my

lord !

King. Set me the stoups of wine upon that table!-Ham. I do not think so; since he went into France, If Hamlet give the first or second hit, I have been in continual practice; I shall win at Or quit in answer of the third exchange, the odds. But thou would'st not think, how ill all's Let all the battlement their ordnance fire; here about my heart: but it is no matter. The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath; Hor. Nay, good my lord,

And in the cup an union shall he throw, Ham. !t is but foolery; but it is such a kind of Richer than that which four successive kings gain-giving, as would, perhaps, trouble a woman. In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups! Hor. If your mind dislike any thing, obey it! I And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, will forestal their repair hither, and say, you are The trumpet to the cannoneer without, not fit.

The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth, Hum. Not a whit, we defy augury; there is a spe-Now the king drinks to Hamlet. — Come, begin! cial providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be And you, the judges, bear a wary eye! now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will Hum. Come on, sir! be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the Laer. Come, my lord!

[They play. readiness is all: since no man, of aught he leaves, Ham. One. kuows, what i'st to leave betimes? Let be!

Laer. No.
Enter King, Queen, Laertes, Lords, Osnic, and Ham. Judgment.
Attendants, with foils, etc.

Ost. A hit, a very palpable hit.

Laer. Well, — again!
King. Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand King. Stay, give me drink! Hamlet, this pearl is
from me!

[The King puts the hand of Laertes in- Here's to thy health. - Give him the cup !

to that of Hainlet.
Ham. Give me your pardon, sir! I have done you Ham. I'll play this bout first, set it by awhile.

[Trumpets sound; and cannon shot off within. wrong;

Come, another hit! What say you ? [They play. But pardon it, as you are a gentleman !

Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess.
This presence knows, and you must needs have heard, King. Our son shall win.
How I am punish'd with a sore distraction.

Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath.
What I have done,

Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows! That might your nature, honour, and exception,

The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet!
Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. Ham. Good madam,-
Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? Never, Hamlet!

King. Gertrude, do not drink!
If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,

Qucen. I will, my lord ; - I pray you, pardon me ! And, when he's not himself, does wrong Laertes,

King. It is the poison'd cup; it is too late. Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.

[ Aside. Who does it then? His madness: if’t be so, Ham. I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by. Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd;

Queen. Come, let me wipe thy face! His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.

Laer. My lord, I'll hit him now. Sir, in this audience,

King. I do not think it. Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil

Laer. And yet it is almost against my conscience. Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,

[Aside. That I have shot my arrow o'er the house,

Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes! You do but And hurt my brother.

dally; Laer. I am satisfied in nature,

I pray you, pass with your best violence; Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most I am afeard, you make a wanton of me. To my revenge: but, in my terms of honour, Laer. Say you so? come on!

[They play. I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement,

Osr. Nothing neither way.
Till by some elder masters of known honour, Laer. Have at you now.
I have a voice and precedent of peace,

(Laertes wounds Hamlet ; then, in scuffling, To keep my name ungor’d: but till that time,

they change rapiers, and Hamlet wounds I do receive your offer'd love like love,

And will not wrong it.
Ham. I embrace it freely;

King. Part them, they are incens'd !

Hain. Nay, come again ! [The Queen falls. And will this brother's wager frankly play.- Osr. Look to the queen there, ho! Give us the foils ; come on!

Hor. They bleed on both sides. — How is it, my Laer. Come, one for me.

lord ? Ham. I'll be your foil, Laertes! in mine ignorance Osr. flow is't, Laertes? Your skill shall, like a star i'the darkest night, Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Stick fiery off indeed.

Osric; Laer. You mock me, sir !

I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
Ham. No, by this hand!

Hum. How does the queen ?
King. Give them the foils, young Osric!-- Cousin King. She swoons to see them bleed.

Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink, -Omy dear You know the wager?

Hamlet! Ham. Very well, my lord!

The drink, the drink ! -I am poison'd! (Dies. Your grace hath laid the odds o'the weaker side. Ham. O villainy!-Ho! let the door be lock'd: King. I do not fear it: I have seen you both:- Treachery! seek it out!

(Laertes falls. But since he's better'd, we have therefore odds. Laer. It is here, Hamlet! Hamlet, thou art slain! Laer. This is too heavy, let me see another! No medicine in the world can do thee good,

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: In thee there is not half an hour's life;

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest !
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Why does the drum come hither? (March within.
Unbated, and envenom’d: the foul practice
Hath turn’d itself on me; lo, here I lie,

Enter FortinBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and
Never to rise again. Thy mother's poison’d;

Others, I can no more; the king, the king's to blame! Fort. Where is this sight? Ham. The point

llor. What is it, you would see? Envenom’d too!—Then, venom, to thy work! If aught of woe, or wonder, cease your search!

(Stabs the King. Fort. This quarry cries on havock! – 0 proad Osr. et Lords. Treason! treason!

death! King. O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt. What least is toward in thine eternal cell, llam. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned That thou so many princes, at a shot, Dane,

So bloodily hast struck? Drink off this potion! - Is the union here? 1 Amb. The sight is dismal; Follow my mother!

(King dies. And our affairs from England come too late: Laer. He is justly serv'd;

The ears are senseless, that should give us hearing,
It is a poison temper'd by himself. –

To tell him, his commandment is fulblI'd,
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble flamlet! That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead:
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee! Where should we have our thanks?
Nor thine on me!

(Dies. Ilor. Not from his mouth,
Ilam. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee! Ilad it the ability of life to thank you;
I am dead, Horatio ! - Wretched queen, adieu! - He never gave commandment for their death.
You that look pale and tremble at this chance, But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
That are but mutes or audience to this act, You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
Had I but time, (as this fell sergeant, death, Are here arriv'd; give order, that these bodies
Is strict in his arrest,) O, I could tell you, — High on a stage be placed to the view;
But let it be: – Horatio, I am dead;

And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world

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hear To the unsatisfied.

Of carnal, bloody, and unpatural acts; Hor. Never believe it!

of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; I am more an antique Roman, than a Dane,

Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause; Here's yet some liquor left.

And, in this apshot, purposes mistook
Ham. As thou’rt a man,

Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I
Give me the cup! let go! by heaven I'll have it !- Truly deliver.
O God!- Horatio, what a wounded name,

Fort. Let us haste to hear it, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind and call the noblest to the audience. me?

For me, with sorrow embrace my fortune; If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,

I have some rights of memory in this kingdom, Absent thee from felicity awhile,

Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak, To tell my story:

And from his month whose voice will dray on more [ March afar off, and shot within. But let this same be presently perform’d, What warlike noise is this?

Even while men's minds are wild ; lest more mis-
Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from chance,

On plots, and errors, happen.
To the ambassadors of England gives

Fort. Let four captains This warlike volley.

Pear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage!
Ham. 0, 5 die, Horatio !

For he was likely, had he been put on,
The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit; To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage,
I cannot live to hear the news from England; The soldiers' music, and the rites of war,
But I do prophecy the election lights

Speak loudly for him. -
On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice;

Take up the bodies! - Such a sig!ıt as this
So tell him, with the occurrents, more or less, Becomes the field, but here show's much amiss.
Which have solicited. -- The rest is silence. [Dies. Go, bid the soldiers shoot!
Hor. Now cracks a noble heart; · good night (Exeunt, bearing of the dead bodies: after
sweet prince!

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persons of the Drama. Duke of Venice.

Clown, servant to Othello.
BRABANTIO, a senator.

Two other Senators.
Gratiaxo, brother to Brabantio.

Desdemona, daughter to Brabantio, and wife to Lodovico, kinsman to Brubantio.

Othello. OTHELLO, the Moor.

Emilia, wife to Iago.
Cassio, his lieutenunt.

Bianca, a courtezan, mistress to Cassio.
Iago, his ancient.
Roderigo, a Venetian gentleman.

Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, SaiMontano, Othello's predecessor in the government

lors, Attendunts, etc. of Cyprus. Scene, -for the first Act, in Venice: during the rest of the Play, at a Sea-port in Cyprus.

their coats,


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Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,

That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
SCENE I. - Venice. A street.

Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
Enter RoderiGO and laco.

For nought but provender; and, when he's old, cash- ! Rod. Tush, never tell me, I take it much unkindly,

jerd; That thou, Jago, — who hast had my purse, Whip me such honest knaves. Other's there are As if the strings were thine-should'st know of this. Who, trimm’d in forms and visages of duty, Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me; Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves; If ever I did dream of such a matter,

And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, Abhor me.

Do well thrive by them, and, when they lave liu'd Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy hate.

Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul; Iago. Despise me, if I do not! Three' great ones And such a one do I profess myself. of the city,

For, sir,
In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,

is as sure, as you are Roderigo,
Oft capp'd to him; and, by the faith of man, Were I the Moor, I would not be lago:
I know my price, I am worth no worse a place : In following him I follow but myself;
But he, as loving his own pride and purposes, Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
Evades them, with a bombast circumstance, But seeming so, for my peculiar end :
Horribly stuff’d with epithets of war;

For when my outward action doth demonstrate
And, in conclusion, nonsuits

The native act and figure of my heart My mediators; for, certes, says he,

In compliment extern, 'tis not long after I have already chose my officer.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve, And what was he?

For daws to peck at: I am not what I am. Forsooth, a great arithmetician,

Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,

If he can carry't thus!. A fellow almost damò'd in a fair wife;

lago. Call up her father, That never set a squadron in the field,

Pouse him: make after him, poison his delight, Nor the division of a battle knows

Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Wherein the toged consuls can propose

Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practice, Yet throw such changes ot'vexation on't, Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election : As it may lose some colour, And I, - of whom his eyes had seen the proof, Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. At Rhodes, at Cyprus', and on other grounds, Iago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire yell, Christian and heathen,- must be be-lee'd and calm’d As when, by night and negligence, the fire By debitor and creditor, this counter-caster; Is spied in populous cities. He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,

Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho! And I, (God bless the mark !)his Moor-ship’s ancient. Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio ! thieves ! thieRod. By heaven, I rather would have been his ves! thieves ! hangman.

Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service; Thieves! thieves ! Preferment goes by letter, and affection,

Brabantio, above, at a window. Not by the old gradation, where each second Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons ? Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself, What is the matter there? Whether I in any just term am affin'd

Rod. Signior, is all your family within ? To love the Moor.

Iago. Are your doors lock'd ? Rod. I would not follow him them.

Bra. Why? wherefore ask you this? lago. 0, sir, content you!

lago. 'Zounds, sir, you are robb’d; for shame, pat I follow him to serve my turn upon him:

on your gown; We cannot all be masters, nor all masters

Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark Even now, very now, an old black ram

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