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25 No, not to stay the grinding of the ax) My head should be struck off. HAMLET. Up from my cabin, My sea-gown scarfed about me, in the dark. Groped I to find out them, had my desire, Fingered their packet, and in fine withdrew. To mine own room again, making so bold. (My fears forgetting manners) to unseal.
HAMLET. 185 Not this, by no means, that I bid you do—. Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed, Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse, And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses. Or paddling in your neck with his damned fingers, 190 Make you to ravel all this matter out: That I essentially am not in madness.
To die, to sleep—. No more—and by a sleep to say we end. The heartache and the thousand natural shocks. That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation. Devoutly to be wished! To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
No Fear Translation. First performed around 1600, Hamlet tells the story of a prince whose duty to revenge his father’s death entangles him in philosophical problems he can’t solve. Shakespeare’s best-known play is widely regarded as the most influential literary work ever written. Read Hamlet here, with side-by-side No Fear translations ...
POLONIUS. Marry, sir, here’s my drift: (And I believe it is a fetch of wit) 40 You, laying these slight sullies on my son. As ’twere a thing a little soiled i' th' working—. Mark you, your party in converse, him you would sound, Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes. The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured.
Laertes, you shall hear them.—Leave us. You shall know I am set naked on your kingdom. Tomorrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes, when I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden and more strange return. Hamlet.”. You shall know I am set naked on your kingdom.
Think it no more. For nature, crescent, does not grow alone. In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes, The inward service of the mind and soul. Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now, 15 And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch. The virtue of his will, but you must fear.
