Lines of Hamlet
So excellent a king... So loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face to roughly
Before my God, I might not this believe Without my sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes.
Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth... He hath not fail'd to pester us with message, Importing the surrender of those lands lost by his father...
season you admiration for a while with an attent ear, till I may deliver, upon the witness of these gentlemen, this marvel to you
For your intent. In going back to school in Wittenberg, It is most retrograde to our desire; And we beseech you, bend you to remain Here
I pray you all if you have hitherto concealed this sight let is be tenable in your silence still
...a figure like your father, armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe appears before them ad with solem march goes slow and stately by them...
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