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If tradition is "business as usual" I think that I will arrange my own ambuscade and await the trend being washed up on the shore of Denmark. I'll be ready, thanks to your inspiration.
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark - Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself? It waves me forth again; I'll follow it.
Horatio - What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness?
think of it; The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath.
Hamlet - It waves me still. Go on, I'll follow thee.
Marcellus - You shall not go, my lord.
Hamlet -. Hold off your hands!
Horatio - Be rul'd; you shall not go.
Hamlet - My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen,
By heaven! I'll make a ghost of him that lets me: I say, away!
Go on, I'll follow thee.
Horatio - He waxes desperate with imagination.
Marcellus - Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
Horatio - Have after. To what issue will this come?
Marcellus - Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Horatio - Heaven will direct it.
Marcellus - Nay, let's follow him.
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