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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.
Apr 15, 2003 · William Shakespeare was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's preeminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon". His surviving works, including some collaborations, consist of 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and ...
- William Shakespeare
And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch. The virtue of his will, but you must fear. His greatness weighed, his will is not his own, For he himself is subject to his birth. He may not, as unvalued persons do, Carve for himself, for on his choice depends. The safety and health of this whole state.
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.
Hamlet Translation Act 2, Scene 1. POLONIUS enters with his servant REYNALDO. POLONIUS enters with his servant REYNALDO. Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo. I will, my lord. You shall do marvelous wisely, good Reynaldo, Before you visit him, to make inquire 5 Of his behavior. for every book you read.
Jun 2, 2020 · Act 5, scene 1. Hamlet, returned from his journey, comes upon a gravedigger singing as he digs. Hamlet tries to find out who the grave is for and reflects on the skulls that are being dug up. A funeral procession approaches. Hamlet soon realizes that the corpse is Ophelia’s.
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.
