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8 Cards in this Set

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This business is well ended.
My liege and madam, to expostulate what majesty should be, what duty is, why day is day, night night, and time is time, were nothing but to waste night day and time.
Therefore, Since brevidy is the sould of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
Your noble son is mad. Mad call I it, for to define true madness, what is't but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go.
More matter with less art.
Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pitty, and pity 'tis 'tis true. A foolish figure, but farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him, then, and now remains, that we find out the cause of this effect, or rather say the cause of this defect, for this effect defective comes by cause.
Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend. I have a daughter - have while she is mine - who in her duty and obedience, mark, hath given me this. Now gather, and surmise.
"to the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia" - That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase, 'beautified' is a vile phrase. But you shall hear. Thus:
in her excellent white bosom, these, etc.
7) Came this from Hamlet to her?
Good madam, stay awhile. I will be faithful.
'Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move;
doubt truth to be a liar;
but never doubt I love'
O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers.
I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.
Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet.
This in obedience hath my daughter shown me,
and more above, hath his solicitings, as they fell out by time, by means, and place, all given to mine ear.