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28 Cards in this Set
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"A little more kin and less than kind"
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Hamlet
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"So I have heard and do in part believe it"
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Horatio
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"Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice"
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Polonius
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"this above all: to thine own self be true./ and it must follow, as the night the day."
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Polonuis
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something is rotten in the state of denmark
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Marcellus
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ay that incestuous, that adulterous beast,/with withcraft of his wit, with traitorous gift"
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Ghost
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that one may and smile and be a villain
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hamlet
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more matter with less art
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queen
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though this be madness, yet there is method in "t"
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Polonius
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what a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how inifinte in faculty
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hamlet
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remorseless tracherous lecherous kindless villain
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hamlet
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neighter a borrower nor a lender be;/for loan ofg loses both itself and friend
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polonius
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sweets to the sweet; farwell
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queen
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since brevity is the sould of wit
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polonuis
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your are fishmonger
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hamlet
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to be or not to be that is the question
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hamlet
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o what a noble mind is here o' erthrown
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ophelia
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madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go
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king
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the lady doth protest to much methinks
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queen
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i must be cruel only to be kind
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hamlet
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i am justly killed with mine own treachery
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lartres
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et tu brute?-- then fall caesar
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caesar
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o mighty caesar! dost thou li so low?/are all the conquest, glories, triumphs spoils shrunk to this little measure? fare thee well
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antony
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caesar now be still/ i killed not thee with half so good pleasure
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portia
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danger knows full well/ that caesar is more dangerous than he
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caesar
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the evil that men do lives after them. the good is oft interested with their bones
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antony
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cowards die many times before their deathes/ the valiant never taste of death but once
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caesar
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there is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune
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brutus
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