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| And so am I reveng’d.–that would be scann’d: A villain kills my father; and for that,I, his sole son, do this same villain send; to Heaven | |
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| I’ll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignorance; Your skill shall, like a star in the darkest night, Stick fiery off indeed. | |
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| O, I die, Horatio;The potent poison quite o’er-crows my spirit: the rest is silence. | |
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| Now cracks a noble heart.–Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! | |
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