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The Tragedie of
H A M L E T

Prince of Denmarke.

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   457       I doubt some foule play, would the night were come,	1.2.255
   458       Till then sit still my soule, {fonde} <foule> deedes will rise	1.2.256
   459       Though all the earth ore-whelme them to mens eyes. Exit.	1.2.257
   460                    <Scena Tertia.>
   461                    Enter Laertes, and {Opheliahis Sister} <Ophelia>.
   462        Laer. My necessaries are {inbarckt,} <imbark't;> farwell,	1.3.1
   463       And sister, as the winds giue benefit	1.3.2

   
   
   
   
   
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   1499     Now is he {totall} <to take> Gules horridly trickt	2.2.457
   1500     With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sonnes,	2.2.458
   1501     Bak'd and empasted with the parching streetes	2.2.459
   1502     That lend a tirranus and {a} damned light	2.2.460
   1503     To their {Lords murther} <vilde Murthers>, rosted in wrath and fire,	2.2.461
   1504     And thus ore-cised with coagulate gore,	2.2.462
   1505     With eyes like Carbunkles, the hellish Phirrhus	2.2.463