1. 'Tis now the very witching time of night,When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes outContagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood.And do such bitter business as the dayWould quake to look on.-Hamlet, 3. 2 2. Let me be cruel, not unnatural;I will speak daggers to her, but use none. -Hamlet, 3. 2 3. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven. -Hamlet, 3. 3 4. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:Words without thoughts never to heaven go. -Hamlet, 3. 3 5. Dead, for a ducat, dead! -Hamlet, 3. 4 6. A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,As kill a king, and marry with his brother.-Hamlet, 3. 4 7. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!I took thee for thy better.-Hamlet, 3. 4 8. A rhapsody of words. -Hamlet, 3. 4 9. You cannot call it love, for at your ageThe hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,And waits upon the judgment.-Hamlet, 3. 4 10. Speak no more;Thou turn'st mine eyes i
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