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| me ears is bleedin'--what a dis, an't came from the mouth of Phil's own sis. what a pouf Sir Marlowe be! | |
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Act II, Scene 1: Marlowe's bedroom that same night.
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| Hamlet, if thou didst ever thy dear father love,--revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. | |
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| Fjord? I-I'm so sorry. I must be in the wrong theatre. Sorry. | |
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