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| [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!--So, gentlemen, With all my love I do commend me to you: And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do, to express his love and friending to you, God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together; And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The time is out of joint:--O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right!-- Nay, come, let's go together. [Exeunt.] |
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