Hamlet

Act III, Scene iv: Lines 106-120 of 245
A room in Polonius' house.
 
As will not leave their tinct.
HamletNay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the nasty sty,--
Queen GertrudeO, speak to me no more;
These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears;
No more, sweet Hamlet!
HamletA murderer and a villain;
A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings;
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket!
Queen GertrudeNo more!
 

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