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Up that white ass 4 sc 2

Up that white ass 4 sc 2

Now all we have to do is to figure out the cause behind the effect—or I guess I should say defect, since this defective effect must have a cause. He was upset that Fortinbras took advantage of his sickness and weakness to deceive him, and he arrested and rebuked Fortinbras, forcing him to swear never again to lift arms against your Majesty. And so I said to my daughter: My liege and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. He stopped eating, stopped sleeping, got weak, got dizzy, and, moving step by step downward, eventually descended into the insanity that now holds him. And I give both to my God and my blessed king. She followed my advice. Your son is crazy. Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. I assure you, my lord, my duty is as important to me as my soul. I have a daughter—have while she is mine— Who in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this. Go now, and rest. No, I had to do something. I will be faithful. Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet. Consider this: I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it. And all of us grieve for him. Meanwhile, thank you for your work. I have no skill to put my feelings into words. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. Yours forever, my dearest lady, as long as this body is still mine, Hamlet. Or if I had just allowed it to continue, or just ignored it? Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief: But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing— As I perceived it, I must tell you that, Before my daughter told me — what might you, Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, If I had played the desk or table-book, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, Or looked upon this love with idle sight? Most welcome home! Now listen to this: What might you think? O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee And his commission to employ those soldiers, So levied as before, against the Polack, With an entreaty, herein further shown, That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this enterprise, On such regards of safety and allowance As therein are set down. Up that white ass 4 sc 2



Now all we have to do is to figure out the cause behind the effect—or I guess I should say defect, since this defective effect must have a cause. In short, Hamlet, faced with this rejection, became sad. My liege and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. This must not be. He stopped eating, stopped sleeping, got weak, got dizzy, and, moving step by step downward, eventually descended into the insanity that now holds him. Yours forever, my dearest lady, as long as this body is still mine, Hamlet. And welcome home! She followed my advice. Now listen to this: Meanwhile, thank you for your work. My news will be like the dessert to the feast that is their news. Or if I had just allowed it to continue, or just ignored it? Which done, she took the fruits of my advice; And he, repelled—a short tale to make— Fell into a sadness, then into a fast, Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension, Into the madness wherein now he raves And all we mourn for. And now remains That we find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause. But please believe that I love you best, oh, best of all—believe it. What might you think? No, I went round to work, And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: I will be faithful. He was upset that Fortinbras took advantage of his sickness and weakness to deceive him, and he arrested and rebuked Fortinbras, forcing him to swear never again to lift arms against your Majesty. Your son is crazy. Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet. And I give both to my God and my blessed king. I have a daughter—until she gets married—who in her obedience and duty to me has given me this letter. Most welcome home!

Up that white ass 4 sc 2



No, I had to do something. I have a daughter—have while she is mine— Who in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this. But what would you have thought if I had learned of this hot affair—and I must tell you, I noticed it before my daughter told me of it—what would your dear wife, her Majesty the Queen, have thought if I had been silent in the face of what I say? What might you think? Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet. But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing— As I perceived it, I must tell you that, Before my daughter told me — what might you, Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, If I had played the desk or table-book, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, Or looked upon this love with idle sight? You must end this. My news will be like the dessert to the feast that is their news. Mad let us grant him then. I have no skill to put my feelings into words. Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Now gather and surmise. I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it. I will be faithful. Now listen to this: And all of us grieve for him.



































Up that white ass 4 sc 2



My news will be like the dessert to the feast that is their news. And welcome home! Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet. But please believe that I love you best, oh, best of all—believe it. I will be faithful. I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief: Now all we have to do is to figure out the cause behind the effect—or I guess I should say defect, since this defective effect must have a cause. But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing— As I perceived it, I must tell you that, Before my daughter told me — what might you, Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, If I had played the desk or table-book, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, Or looked upon this love with idle sight? My lord and my lady, to make grand speeches about what majesty is, what service is, or why day is day, night is night, and time is time, would be nothing more than a waste of day, night, and time. He was upset that Fortinbras took advantage of his sickness and weakness to deceive him, and he arrested and rebuked Fortinbras, forcing him to swear never again to lift arms against your Majesty.

My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. This must not be. My liege and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Which done, she took the fruits of my advice; And he, repelled—a short tale to make— Fell into a sadness, then into a fast, Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension, Into the madness wherein now he raves And all we mourn for. Consider this: Meanwhile, thank you for your work. And now remains That we find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause. That do I long to hear. Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee And his commission to employ those soldiers, So levied as before, against the Polack, With an entreaty, herein further shown, That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this enterprise, On such regards of safety and allowance As therein are set down. No, I went round to work, And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: Yours forever, my dearest lady, as long as this body is still mine, Hamlet. My news will be like the dessert to the feast that is their news. She followed my advice. But let that go. Most welcome home! I will be faithful. But please believe that I love you best, oh, best of all—believe it. I assure you, my lord, my duty is as important to me as my soul. But what would you have thought if I had learned of this hot affair—and I must tell you, I noticed it before my daughter told me of it—what would your dear wife, her Majesty the Queen, have thought if I had been silent in the face of what I say? I have a daughter—until she gets married—who in her obedience and duty to me has given me this letter. He stopped eating, stopped sleeping, got weak, got dizzy, and, moving step by step downward, eventually descended into the insanity that now holds him. Or if I had just allowed it to continue, or just ignored it? And so I said to my daughter: And all of us grieve for him. But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing— As I perceived it, I must tell you that, Before my daughter told me — what might you, Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, If I had played the desk or table-book, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, Or looked upon this love with idle sight? Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet. Meantime we thank you for your well-took labor. And I give both to my God and my blessed king. O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. I assure my good liege, I hold my duty as I hold my soul, Both to my God and to my gracious king. Up that white ass 4 sc 2



I have a daughter—until she gets married—who in her obedience and duty to me has given me this letter. But what would you have thought if I had learned of this hot affair—and I must tell you, I noticed it before my daughter told me of it—what would your dear wife, her Majesty the Queen, have thought if I had been silent in the face of what I say? Yours forever, my dearest lady, as long as this body is still mine, Hamlet. Meanwhile, thank you for your work. Meantime we thank you for your well-took labor. And all of us grieve for him. Now gather and surmise. But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing— As I perceived it, I must tell you that, Before my daughter told me — what might you, Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, If I had played the desk or table-book, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, Or looked upon this love with idle sight? Your son is crazy. I will be faithful. Go now, and rest. I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it. He stopped eating, stopped sleeping, got weak, got dizzy, and, moving step by step downward, eventually descended into the insanity that now holds him. Now listen to this: Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. My lord and my lady, to make grand speeches about what majesty is, what service is, or why day is day, night is night, and time is time, would be nothing more than a waste of day, night, and time. I have no skill to put my feelings into words. My news will be like the dessert to the feast that is their news. That do I long to hear. But you shall hear. And so I said to my daughter: This must not be. He was upset that Fortinbras took advantage of his sickness and weakness to deceive him, and he arrested and rebuked Fortinbras, forcing him to swear never again to lift arms against your Majesty. No, I went round to work, And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:

Up that white ass 4 sc 2



Consider this: And I give both to my God and my blessed king. That do I long to hear. I have a daughter—have while she is mine— Who in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this. Yours forever, my dearest lady, as long as this body is still mine, Hamlet. And so I said to my daughter: Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Mad let us grant him then. And all of us grieve for him. I will be faithful. My news will be like the dessert to the feast that is their news. He stopped eating, stopped sleeping, got weak, got dizzy, and, moving step by step downward, eventually descended into the insanity that now holds him. I have no skill to put my feelings into words. My lord and my lady, to make grand speeches about what majesty is, what service is, or why day is day, night is night, and time is time, would be nothing more than a waste of day, night, and time. Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet. O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. Now all we have to do is to figure out the cause behind the effect—or I guess I should say defect, since this defective effect must have a cause. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. I assure my good liege, I hold my duty as I hold my soul, Both to my God and to my gracious king. Meantime we thank you for your well-took labor. And welcome home! You must end this. The old Norwegian king was so overjoyed by this turn of events that he gave young Fortinbras an annual income of three thousand crowns, as well as permission to lead the soldiers he had gathered against Poland. But what would you have thought if I had learned of this hot affair—and I must tell you, I noticed it before my daughter told me of it—what would your dear wife, her Majesty the Queen, have thought if I had been silent in the face of what I say? Most welcome home! This must not be. Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee And his commission to employ those soldiers, So levied as before, against the Polack, With an entreaty, herein further shown, That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this enterprise, On such regards of safety and allowance As therein are set down. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief: He was upset that Fortinbras took advantage of his sickness and weakness to deceive him, and he arrested and rebuked Fortinbras, forcing him to swear never again to lift arms against your Majesty. No, I went round to work, And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:

Up that white ass 4 sc 2



Consider this: Most welcome home! Now listen to this: Now all we have to do is to figure out the cause behind the effect—or I guess I should say defect, since this defective effect must have a cause. I assure my good liege, I hold my duty as I hold my soul, Both to my God and to my gracious king. And all of us grieve for him. And welcome home! Meanwhile, thank you for your work. O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. But you shall hear. This must not be. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. Go to your rest. Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet. Now gather and surmise. The old Norwegian king was so overjoyed by this turn of events that he gave young Fortinbras an annual income of three thousand crowns, as well as permission to lead the soldiers he had gathered against Poland. I have no skill to put my feelings into words. Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway? No, I had to do something. I will be faithful. He stopped eating, stopped sleeping, got weak, got dizzy, and, moving step by step downward, eventually descended into the insanity that now holds him. What might you think? In short, Hamlet, faced with this rejection, became sad. Your son is crazy. Or if I had just allowed it to continue, or just ignored it? My news will be like the dessert to the feast that is their news. And I give both to my God and my blessed king. Mad let us grant him then. I have a daughter—until she gets married—who in her obedience and duty to me has given me this letter. And so I said to my daughter:

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  1. Or if I had just allowed it to continue, or just ignored it? I have a daughter—until she gets married—who in her obedience and duty to me has given me this letter. O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers.

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