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... LAERTES , son to Polonius . VOLTIMAND , CORNELIUS , ROSENCRANTZ , GUILDENSTERN , OSRIC , A Gentleman , A Priest . MARCELLUS , BERNARDO , courtiers . } officers . FRANCISCO , a soldier . REYNALDO , servant to Polonius . Players . Two ...
... LAERTES , son to Polonius . VOLTIMAND , CORNELIUS , ROSENCRANTZ , GUILDENSTERN , OSRIC , A Gentleman , A Priest . MARCELLUS , BERNARDO , courtiers . } officers . FRANCISCO , a soldier . REYNALDO , servant to Polonius . Players . Two ...
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... Laertes , what's the news with you ? You told us of some suit ; what is't , Laertes ? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane , And lose your voice : what wouldst thou beg , HAMLET . 13.
... Laertes , what's the news with you ? You told us of some suit ; what is't , Laertes ? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane , And lose your voice : what wouldst thou beg , HAMLET . 13.
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... Laertes ? Laer . My dread lord , 50 Your leave and favor to return to France ; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark , To show my duty in your coronation , Yet now , I must confess , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend ...
... Laertes ? Laer . My dread lord , 50 Your leave and favor to return to France ; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark , To show my duty in your coronation , Yet now , I must confess , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend ...
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William Shakespeare. SCENE III . A room in Polonius ' house . Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA . Laer . My necessaries are embark'd : farewell : And , sister , as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant , do not sleep , But let me hear ...
William Shakespeare. SCENE III . A room in Polonius ' house . Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA . Laer . My necessaries are embark'd : farewell : And , sister , as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant , do not sleep , But let me hear ...
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William Shakespeare. Occasion smiles upon a second leave . Pol . Yet here , Laertes ! abroad , abroad , for shame ! The wind sets in the shoulder of your sail , And you are stay'd for . There ; my blessing with thee ! And these few few ...
William Shakespeare. Occasion smiles upon a second leave . Pol . Yet here , Laertes ! abroad , abroad , for shame ! The wind sets in the shoulder of your sail , And you are stay'd for . There ; my blessing with thee ! And these few few ...
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arras aught awhile Bernardo blood breath brother castle Dane daughter dead dear Denmark do't dost thou doth drink e'en earth Elsinore England Enter HAMLET Enter KING Enter POLONIUS Exeunt Rosencrantz Exit Ghost Exit Polonius eyes fair faith Farewell father fear follow Fortinbras friends gentleman Gertrude Ghost give grace grave grief Guil hath hear heart heaven Hecuba hold in't is't Jephthah king of Denmark lady Laer Laertes leave look Lord Hamlet madam madness majesty MARCELLUS marry mother murder nature night noble Norway o'er on't Ophelia Osric play players poison'd pray Priam Pyrrhus Queen rapiers revenge Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE Sings sleep soul speak speech spirit Swear sweet sweet lord sword tell thee There's thine thing thou hast thoughts to-night to't tongue twere villain Voltimand What's Wittenberg words youth
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