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Punishment is lame, but it comes.
Punishment is lame, but it comes.
And there stalks Discord delighted with her torn mantle.
And there stalks Discord delighted with her torn mantle.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear.
Into a mouth shut flies flie not.
Into a mouth shut flies flie not.
Old men go to Death, Death comes to Young men.
Old men go to Death, Death comes to Young men.
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.
In every Art it is good to have a master.
In every Art it is good to have a master.
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
