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of his father's deathWherein necessityof matter beggar'dWill nothing
stick our person to arraign In ear and ear. O my dear GertrudethisLike to
a murd'ring piecein many places Give me superfluous death.A noise
within. Queen. Alackwhat noise is this? King. Where are my Switzers?
Let them guard the door.
Enter a Messenger.
THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLETPRINCE OF DENMARK
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What is the matter? Mess. Save Yourselfmy lord: The ocean
overpeering of his listEats not the flats with more impetuous haste Than
Young Laertesin a riotous headO'erbears Your offices. The rabble call
him lord; Andas the world were now but to beginAntiquity forgot
custom not knownThe ratifiers and props of every wordThey cry
'Choose we [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! Laertes shall be king!' Capshandsand tongues applaud it to
the clouds'Laertes shall be king! Laertes king!'A noise within. Queen.
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Othis is counteryou false
Danish dogs! King. The doors are broke.
Enter Laertes with others.
Laer. Where is this king?- Sirsstaid you all without. All. Nolet's
come in [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! Laer. I pray you give me leave. All. We willwe will [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! Laer. I
thank you. Keep the door.[Exeunt his Followers.] O t