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

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King.

Follow her close,

Giue her good watch I pray you:

Oh this is the poyson of deepe greefe, it springs

All from her Fathers death. Oh Gertrude, Gertrude,

When sorrowes comes, they come not single spies,

But in Battaliaes. First, her Father slaine,

Next your Sonne gone, and he most violent Author

Of his owne iust remoue: the people muddied,

Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts, and whispers

For good Polonius death; and we haue done but greenly

In hugger mugger to interre him. Poore Ophelia

Diuided from her selfe, and her faire Iudgement,

Without the which we are Pictures, or meere Beasts.

Last, and as much containing as all these,

Her Brother is in secret come from France,

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