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Frailty thy name is
woman
- hamlet
How
weary
, stole, flat an
unprofitable
/ seems to me all the uses in this
world
My fathers
brother
, but no more like my
father
/ than i to
hercules
An
unweeded
garden/ that grows to
seed
: things
rank
and gross
I do not know, my lord, what i should
think
to thine
own
self be
true
something is
rotten
in the
state
of denmark
the
serpent
that did sting thy fathers life/ now wears his
crown
won to his
shameful
lust/ the will of my most
seeming-virtuous
queen
O most
pernicious
woman
one may smile, and smile, and be a
villian
o cursed
spite
that ever i was
born
to set it
right
to put an
antic disposition
on
as if he had been loosed out of
hell
/ to speak of
horrors
, he comes before me
By
indirections
, find
directions
out
brevity
is the soul of
wit
though this be
madness
, yet there is
method
in't
yet i, a dull and muddy mettled
rascal
,
peak
like john a dreams, unpregnant of my cause and can say nothing
The
plays
the thing/ wherein ill catch the
coscience
of the
king
The devil hath
power
to assume a
pleasing shape
o, what a
rogue
and peasant
slave
am i
Madness
in great ones must not
unwatched
go
Or to take
arms
against a sea of
troubles
/ and by opposing end them
God hath given you one
face
, and you make yourselves
another
To be
or not to be, that is the
question
thus
conscience
does make
cowards
of us all
get thee to a
nunnery
the lady doth
protest
too much,
methinks
O my offence is
rank
, it smells to
heaven
/ it hath the primal eldest curse upon't/ a brothers murder
Do it England/ for like the hectic in my
blood
he rages/ and there must
cure
me
O!, from this time
forth
/ My thoughts be
bloody
or
nothing
work
O, this is the
poison
of deep
regret
Ill not be jugged with/to
hell
allegiance, vows to the
blackest
devil/conscience and grace to be profoundest pit
I cannot choose but
weep
to think they would lay him/ 'th
cold ground
Revenge
should have
no bounds