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Ham.
Let me see. Alas poore Yorick, I knew him Ho
ratio, a fellow of infinite Iest; of most excellent fancy, he
hath borne me on his backe a thousand times.
And how abhorred my Imagination is, my gorge rises at it. Heere
hung those lipps, that I haue kist I know not how oft.
VVhere be your Iibes now? Your Gambals? Your
Songs? Your flashes of Merriment that were wont to
set the Table on a Rore? No one now to mock your own
Ieering? Quite chopfalne? Now get you to my Ladies
Chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thicke, to this
fauour she must come. Make her laugh at that: pry
thee Horatio tell me one thing.