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GUILDENSTERN Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right HAMLET Sir, I cannot. GUILDENSTERN What, my lord? HAMLET Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: but, ROSENCRANTZ Then thus she says; your behavior hath struck her HAMLET O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! But ROSENCRANTZ She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you HAMLET We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you once did love me. HAMLET So I do still, by these pickers and stealers. ROSENCRANTZ Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you HAMLET Sir, I lack advancement. ROSENCRANTZ How can that be, when you have the voice of the king |
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