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		<title>Stick Figure Hamlet  - latest additions</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2009 21:02:06 -0000</pubDate>
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			<title>1.2.2</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 14:41:29 -0000</pubDate>
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Claudius: Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother&#x27;s death the memory be green, and that it us befitted to bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom to be contracted in one brow of woe...&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Claudius: ...yet so far hath discretion fought with nature that we with wisest sorrow think on him together with remembrance of ourselves.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Claudius: Therefore our sometimes sister, now our queen, th&#x27;imperial jointress to this warlike state, have we... as &#x27;twere with a defeated joy with an auspicious and a dropping eye...&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
...with mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, in equal scale weighing delight and dole...&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Claudius: ...taken to wife.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Claudius: Nor have we herein barred your better wisdoms, which have freely gone with this affair along.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
For all, our thanks.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Claudius: Now follows that you know.</description>
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Claudius: Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green, and that it us befitted to bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom to be contracted in one brow of woe...<br \>
<br \>
Claudius: ...yet so far hath discretion fought with nature that we with wisest sorrow think on him together with remembrance of ourselves.<br \>
<br \>
Claudius: Therefore our sometimes sister, now our queen, th'imperial jointress to this warlike state, have we... as 'twere with a defeated joy with an auspicious and a dropping eye...<br \>
...with mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, in equal scale weighing delight and dole...<br \>
<br \>
Claudius: ...taken to wife.<br \>
<br \>
Claudius: Nor have we herein barred your better wisdoms, which have freely gone with this affair along.<br \>
For all, our thanks.<br \>
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Claudius: Now follows that you know.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>1.1.11</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 14:36:09 -0000</pubDate>
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Horatio: I have heard the cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat awake the god of day.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Horatio: And at his warning, whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, th&#x27;extravagant and erring spirit hies to his confine, and of the truth herein this present object made probation.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Marcellus: It faded on the crowing of the cock.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Marcellus: Some say that ever &#x27;gainst that season comes wherein our Savior&#x27;s birth is celebrated, this bird of dawning singeth all night long; and then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, the nights are wholesome.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Marcellus: Then no planets strike, no fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, so hallowed and gracious is that time.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: So I have heard and do in part believe it.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Horatio: But look, the morn in russet mantle clad walks o&#x27;er the dew of yon high eastward hill.  Break we our watch up, and by my advice let us impart what we have seen tonight unto young Hamlet.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Upon my life, this spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it as needful in our loves, fitting our duty?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Marcellus: Let&#x27;s do&#x27;t, I pray, and I this morning know where we shall find him most convenient.</description>
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Horatio: I have heard the cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat awake the god of day.<br \>
<br \>
Horatio: And at his warning, whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, th'extravagant and erring spirit hies to his confine, and of the truth herein this present object made probation.<br \>
Marcellus: It faded on the crowing of the cock.<br \>
<br \>
Marcellus: Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes wherein our Savior's birth is celebrated, this bird of dawning singeth all night long; and then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, the nights are wholesome.<br \>
<br \>
Marcellus: Then no planets strike, no fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, so hallowed and gracious is that time.<br \>
Horatio: So I have heard and do in part believe it.<br \>
<br \>
Horatio: But look, the morn in russet mantle clad walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.  Break we our watch up, and by my advice let us impart what we have seen tonight unto young Hamlet.<br \>
Upon my life, this spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.<br \>
<br \>
Horatio: Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it as needful in our loves, fitting our duty?<br \>
Marcellus: Let's do't, I pray, and I this morning know where we shall find him most convenient.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>1.1.10</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 15:01:05 -0000</pubDate>
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Marcellus: &#x27;Tis gone!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Marcellus: We do it wrong, being so majestical, to offer it the show of violence.  For it is as the air, invulnerable, and our vain blows malicious mockery.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Barnardo: It was about to speak when the cock crew.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Horatio: And then it started like a guilty thing upon a fearful summons.</description>
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Marcellus: 'Tis gone!<br \>
<br \>
Marcellus: We do it wrong, being so majestical, to offer it the show of violence.  For it is as the air, invulnerable, and our vain blows malicious mockery.<br \>
Barnardo: It was about to speak when the cock crew.<br \>
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Horatio: And then it started like a guilty thing upon a fearful summons.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>1.1.9</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 14:59:07 -0000</pubDate>
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Horatio: But soft, behold!  Lo, where it comes again!  I&#x27;ll cross it though it blast me!  Stay, illusion!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Horatio: If thou hast any sound or use of voice, speak to me.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
If there be any good thing to be done, that may to thee do ease and grace to me, speak to me.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: If thou art privy to thy country&#x27;s fate, which happily foreknowing may avoid, O speak!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life extorted treasure in the womb of the earth...&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
for which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death...&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
...speak of it!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
SFX: Cock-a-doodle-doo!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: Stay and speak!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Stop it, Marcellus!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Marcellus: SHALL I STRIKE IT WITH MY PARTISAN?!?!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: Do, if it will not stand!  &#x27;Tis here!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Barnardo: &#x27;TIS HERE!</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://stickfigurehamlet.com/act1/scene1/page09.html">1.1.9</a><br>
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Horatio: But soft, behold!  Lo, where it comes again!  I'll cross it though it blast me!  Stay, illusion!<br \>
<br \>
Horatio: If thou hast any sound or use of voice, speak to me.<br \>
If there be any good thing to be done, that may to thee do ease and grace to me, speak to me.<br \>
<br \>
Horatio: If thou art privy to thy country's fate, which happily foreknowing may avoid, O speak!<br \>
<br \>
Horatio: Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life extorted treasure in the womb of the earth...<br \>
for which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death...<br \>
...speak of it!<br \>
<br \>
SFX: Cock-a-doodle-doo!<br \>
Horatio: Stay and speak!<br \>
Stop it, Marcellus!<br \>
Marcellus: SHALL I STRIKE IT WITH MY PARTISAN?!?!<br \>
<br \>
Horatio: Do, if it will not stand!  'Tis here!<br \>
Barnardo: 'TIS HERE!]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>1.1.8</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 17:26:22 -0000</pubDate>
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Horatio: This, I take it, is the main motive of our preparations, the source of this our watch, and the chief head of this posthaste and rummage in the land.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Barnardo: I think it be no other but e&#x27;en so.  Well may it sort that this portentous figure comes armed through our watch so like the king that was and is the question of these wars.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: A mote it is to trouble the mind&#x27;s eye.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
In the most high and palmy state of Rome, a little ere the mighties Julius fell, the graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, disasters in the sun; and the moist star, upon whose influence Neptune&#x27;s empire stands, was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: And even the like precurse of feared events, as harbingers preceding still the fates and prologue to the omen coming on...&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
...have heaven and earth together demonstrated unto our climates and countrymen.</description>
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Horatio: This, I take it, is the main motive of our preparations, the source of this our watch, and the chief head of this posthaste and rummage in the land.<br \>
<br \>
Barnardo: I think it be no other but e'en so.  Well may it sort that this portentous figure comes armed through our watch so like the king that was and is the question of these wars.<br \>
<br \>
Horatio: A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.<br \>
In the most high and palmy state of Rome, a little ere the mighties Julius fell, the graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.<br \>
<br \>
Horatio: As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, disasters in the sun; and the moist star, upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.<br \>
<br \>
Horatio: And even the like precurse of feared events, as harbingers preceding still the fates and prologue to the omen coming on...<br \>
...have heaven and earth together demonstrated unto our climates and countrymen.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>1.1.7</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 17:20:16 -0000</pubDate>
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Horatio: Our valiant Hamlet (for so this side of our known world esteemed him) did slay this Fortinbras...&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
...who by a sealed compact, well ratified by law and heraldry, did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands which he stood seized of, to the conqueror.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Against the which a moiety competent was gaged by our king, which had returned to the inheritance of Fortinbras had he been vanquisher, as, by the same comart and carriage of the article designed, his fell to Hamlet.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Now sir, young Fortinbras, of unimproved mettle hot and full, hath in the skirts of Norway here and there sharked up a list of lawless resolutes for food and diet to some enterprise that hath a stomach in&#x27;t.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Which is no other (as it doth well appear unto our state) but to recover of us, by strong hand and terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands so by his father lost.</description>
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Horatio: Our valiant Hamlet (for so this side of our known world esteemed him) did slay this Fortinbras...<br \>
...who by a sealed compact, well ratified by law and heraldry, did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands which he stood seized of, to the conqueror.<br \>
Against the which a moiety competent was gaged by our king, which had returned to the inheritance of Fortinbras had he been vanquisher, as, by the same comart and carriage of the article designed, his fell to Hamlet.<br \>
Now sir, young Fortinbras, of unimproved mettle hot and full, hath in the skirts of Norway here and there sharked up a list of lawless resolutes for food and diet to some enterprise that hath a stomach in't.<br \>
Which is no other (as it doth well appear unto our state) but to recover of us, by strong hand and terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands so by his father lost.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>1.1.6</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 16:44:44 -0000</pubDate>
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Horatio: In what particular thought to work I know not, but in the gross and scope of mine opinion, this bodes some strange eruption to our state.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Marcellus: Good now, sit down and tell me, he that knows, why this same strict and most observant watch so nightly toils the subject of the land, and why such daily cast of brazen cannon and foreign mart for implements of war?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task does not divide the Sunday from the week?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Marcellus: What might be toward that this sweaty haste doth make the night joint laborer with the day?  Who is&#x27;t that can inform me?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: That can I.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: At least the whisper goes so: our last king, whose image even but now appeared to us was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, thereto pricked on by a most emulate pride...&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Dared to the combat...</description>
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Horatio: In what particular thought to work I know not, but in the gross and scope of mine opinion, this bodes some strange eruption to our state.<br \>
<br \>
Marcellus: Good now, sit down and tell me, he that knows, why this same strict and most observant watch so nightly toils the subject of the land, and why such daily cast of brazen cannon and foreign mart for implements of war?<br \>
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task does not divide the Sunday from the week?<br \>
<br \>
Marcellus: What might be toward that this sweaty haste doth make the night joint laborer with the day?  Who is't that can inform me?<br \>
<br \>
Horatio: That can I.<br \>
<br \>
Horatio: At least the whisper goes so: our last king, whose image even but now appeared to us was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, thereto pricked on by a most emulate pride...<br \>
Dared to the combat...]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>1.1.5</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 15:58:34 -0000</pubDate>
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Marcellus: It is offended.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Barnardo: See, it stalks away.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: Stay!  Speak!  Speak!  I charge thee, speak!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Marcellus: &#x27;Tis gone and will not answer.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Barnardo: How now, Horatio, you tremble and look pale.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Barnardo: Is not this something more than fantasy?  What think you on&#x27;t?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: Before my God, I might not this believe without the sensible and true avouch of mine own eyes.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Marcellus: Is it not like the king?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: As thou art to thyself.  Such was the very armor he had on when he the ambitious Norway combated.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: So frowned he once when, in an angry parle, he smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. / &#x27;Tis strange.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Marcellus: Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, with martial stock hath he gone by on our watch.</description>
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Marcellus: It is offended.<br \>
<br \>
Barnardo: See, it stalks away.<br \>
Horatio: Stay!  Speak!  Speak!  I charge thee, speak!<br \>
<br \>
Marcellus: 'Tis gone and will not answer.<br \>
Barnardo: How now, Horatio, you tremble and look pale.<br \>
<br \>
Barnardo: Is not this something more than fantasy?  What think you on't?<br \>
Horatio: Before my God, I might not this believe without the sensible and true avouch of mine own eyes.<br \>
<br \>
Marcellus: Is it not like the king?<br \>
Horatio: As thou art to thyself.  Such was the very armor he had on when he the ambitious Norway combated.<br \>
<br \>
Horatio: So frowned he once when, in an angry parle, he smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. / 'Tis strange.<br \>
Marcellus: Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, with martial stock hath he gone by on our watch.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>1.1.4</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 15:54:11 -0000</pubDate>
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Horatio: Well, sit we down, and let us hear Barnardo speak of this.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Barnardo: Last night of all...&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Barnardo: ...when yond same star that&#x27;s westward from the pole had made his course t&#x27;illume that part of heaven where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, the bell then beating one...&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Marcellus: PEACE, BREAK THEE OFF!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Marcellus: Look where it comes again!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Barnardo: In the same figure like the king that&#x27;s dead!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Marcellus: Thou art a scholar!  Speak to it Horatio!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Barnardo: Looks he not like the king?  Mark it, Horatio!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: Most like.  It harrows me with fear and wonder!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Barnardo: It would be spoke to!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Marcellus: Speak to it, Horatio!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Horatio: What art thou that usurp&#x27;st this time of night, together with that fair and warlike form in which the majesty of buried Denmark did sometimes march? / By heaven, I charge thee speak!</description>
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Horatio: Well, sit we down, and let us hear Barnardo speak of this.<br \>
Barnardo: Last night of all...<br \>
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Barnardo: ...when yond same star that's westward from the pole had made his course t'illume that part of heaven where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, the bell then beating one...<br \>
Marcellus: PEACE, BREAK THEE OFF!<br \>
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Marcellus: Look where it comes again!<br \>
Barnardo: In the same figure like the king that's dead!<br \>
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Marcellus: Thou art a scholar!  Speak to it Horatio!<br \>
Barnardo: Looks he not like the king?  Mark it, Horatio!<br \>
Horatio: Most like.  It harrows me with fear and wonder!<br \>
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Barnardo: It would be spoke to!<br \>
Marcellus: Speak to it, Horatio!<br \>
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Horatio: What art thou that usurp'st this time of night, together with that fair and warlike form in which the majesty of buried Denmark did sometimes march? / By heaven, I charge thee speak!]]></content:encoded>
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Marcellus: O farewell, honest soldier.  Who hath relieved you?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Francisco: Barnardo hath my place.  Give you good night.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Marcellus: Holla, Barnardo.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Horatio: A piece of him.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Barnardo: Welcome, Horatio.  Welcome good Marcellus.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Horatio: What, has this thing appeared again tonight?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Barnardo: I have seen nothing.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Marcellus: Therefore I have entreated him along with us to watch the minutes of this night, that, if again this apparition come, he may approve our eyes and speak to it.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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Barnardo: Sit down awhile, and let us once again assail your ears that are so fortified against our story, what we two nights have seen.</description>
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Marcellus: O farewell, honest soldier.  Who hath relieved you?<br \>
Francisco: Barnardo hath my place.  Give you good night.<br \>
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Marcellus: Holla, Barnardo.<br \>
Barnardo: Say, what, is Horatio there?<br \>
Horatio: A piece of him.<br \>
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Barnardo: Welcome, Horatio.  Welcome good Marcellus.<br \>
Horatio: What, has this thing appeared again tonight?<br \>
Barnardo: I have seen nothing.<br \>
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Marcellus: Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, and will not let belief take hold of him, touching this dreaded sight twice seen of us.<br \>
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Marcellus: Therefore I have entreated him along with us to watch the minutes of this night, that, if again this apparition come, he may approve our eyes and speak to it.<br \>
Horatio: Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.<br \>
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Barnardo: Sit down awhile, and let us once again assail your ears that are so fortified against our story, what we two nights have seen.]]></content:encoded>
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