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awhile. My

spirits

grow dull,

and fain I

would

beguile

The

tedious

day with

sleep.

Queen.

Sleep rock

thy brain,

[He]

sleeps.

And never

come

mischance

between us

twain!

Exit. Ham.

Madam, how

like you

this play?

Queen. The

lady doth

protest

too much,

methinks.

Ham. O,

but she'll

keep her

word.

King. Have

you heard

the

argument?

Is there

no offence

in't? Ham.

No, no!

They do

but jest,

poison in

jest; no

offence i'

th' world.

King. What

do you

call the