Reading The Tragedie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark — William Shakespeare

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King.

Thankes deere my Lord.

Oh my offence is ranke, it smels to heauen.

It hath the primall eldest curse vpon't,

A Brothers murther. Pray can I not,

Though inclination be as sharpe as will:

My stronger guilt, defeats my strong intent,

And like a man to double businesse bound,

I stand in pause where I shall first begin,

And both neglect; what if this cursed hand

Were thicker then it selfe with Brothers blood,

Is there not Raine enough in the sweet Heaue[missing 1 units]s

To wash it white as Snow? Whereto serues mercy,

But to confront the visage of Offence?

And what's in Prayer, but this two‑fold force,

To be fore‑stalled ere we come to fall,

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