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Title: Complete works, with life, compendium, and concordance
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Johnson, Samuel, 1709-1784
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Publisher: Philadelphia Gebbie Pub. Co
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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. How came he dead ? Ill not be juggled with;To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!I dare damnation:—to this point 1 stand,—That both the worlds I give to negligence,Let come what comes; only 111 be revengdMost throughly for my father. King. Who shall stay you? Laer. My will, not all the world :And for my means, Ill htisband them so well,They shall go far with little. King. Good Laertes, If you desire to know the certaintyOf your dear fathers death, ist writ in your revengeThat, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe.Winner and loser ? Xoer. None but his enemies. King. Will you know them, then 7 Laer. To his good friends thus wide Ill ope my arms;And, like the kind life-rendering pelican,Repast them with my blood. King. Why, now you speak Like a good child and a true gentleman.That I am guiltless of your fathers death,And am most sensible in grief for it,It shall as level to your judgment pierceAs day does to your eye.
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OPHELIA.■Haml&t, jSotMScene V. SCENE T. HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK. 297 Danes. \wiOiin.) Let hei come in. Laer. How now! what uoise is that ? Re-enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws andflowers. 0 heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!—By heaven, thy madness shall be paid l)y weight,Till our scale turn the beam. 0 rose of May!Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!—0 heavens! ist possible a young maids witaShould be as mortal as an old mans life ?Nature is fine in love; and where tis fineIt sends some precious instance of itselfAfter the thing it loves. Ojph, They bore him barefacd on the bier; (Sing% Hey no nonny, noniiy, hey i miiy ;And on his grave raiuM many a tear,— Fare you well, my dove! Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge.It could not move thus. 02^h. You must sing, Down a-down, an you call liima-down-a. 0, how the wheel becomes it! It is the falsesteward, that stole his master s daughter

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