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Ham. O! your only jig-maker. What should 'And women's fear and love hold quantity; a man do, but be merry? for, look you, how In neither aught, or in extremity.

(know; cheerfully my mother looks, and my father Now, what my love is, proof hath made you died within these two hours.

And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so. Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord. Where love is great, the lituest doubts are Hum. So long? Nay, then let the devil wear

fear;

(there. black, for I'll have a suit of sables.* ( heaWhere little fears grows great, great love grows vens! die two months ago, and not forgotten P. King. 'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and yet? Then there's hope, a great man's memory

shortly too;

[do: may outlive his life half a year: But, by'r. My operantt powers their functions leave to lady, he must build churches then: or else And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby- Honour'd, belov'd; and, haply, one as kind horse ; whose epitaph is, For, 0, for, O, the For husband shalt thouhobby-horse is forgot.

P. Queen, 0, confound the rest!

Such love must needs be treason in my breast : Trumpets sound. The dumb Show follows. In second husband let me be accurst! Enter a King and a Queen, very lovingly; the

None wed the second, but who kill'd the first.

Ham. That's wormwood. Queen embracing him, and he her. She kneels,

P Queen. The instances, that second mar. and makes show of protestation unto him. He

riage move, takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck: lays him down upon a bank of flowers ; | A second time I kill my husband dead,

Are base respects of thrift, but none of love; she, seeing him asleep, leares him. Anon comes

When second husband kisses me in bed. in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and

P. King. I do believe, you think what now pours poison in the King's ears, and exit. The Queen returns; finds the King, dead, and But, what we do determine, oft we break.

you speak; makes passionate action. The poisoner, with Purpose is but the slave to memory; some tuo or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is car

Of violent birth, but poor validity : ried uway. The poisoner wooes the Queen with But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.

Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree; gifts; she seems louth and unwilling awhile, Most necessary 'tis, that we forget but, in the end, accepts his love. [Exeunt. To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: Oph. What means this, my lord ?

What to ourselves in passion we propose, Ham. Marry, this is miching mallecho;t it The passion ending, doth the purpose lose. means mischief.

The violence of either grief or joy Oph. Belike, this show imports the argument Their own epacturesø with themselves destroy : of the play.

Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;

Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. Enter PROLOGUE.

This world is not for aye:|| nor 'tis not strange, Ham. We shall know by this fellow: the That even our loves should with our fortunes

change; players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all. Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant?

For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, Hum. Ay, or any show that you'll show him: The great man down, you mark his favourite

Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. Be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame

flies; b tell you what it means. Oph. You are naught, you are naught; I'll And hitherto doth love on fortune tend;

The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies. mark the play. Pro. For us, and for our trugedy,

For who not needs, shall never lack a friend; Here stooping to your clemency,

And who in want a hollow friend doth try, We beg your hearing patiently.

Directly seasons him his enemy. Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a

But, orderly to end where I begun,

Our wills, our fates, do so contrary run, ring? Oph. 'Tis brief,t my lord.

That our devices still are overtbrown; (own: Ham. As woman's love.

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our

So think thou wilt no second husband wed; Enter a King and a QUEEN.

But die thy thoughts, when thy first lord is

dead. P. King. Full thirty times hath Phoebus' P. Queen. Nor earth to give me food, bor carts gone round

heaven light! Neptune's salt wash, and Tellus'|| orbed Sport and repose lock from me, day, and night! ground;

To desperation turn my trust and hope ! And thirty dozen moons, with borrow'd sheen, 1 An anchor'sg cheer in prison be my scope ! About the world have times twelve thirties Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy, been;

(hands, Meet what I would have well, and it destroy! Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our Both here, and hence, pursue me lasting strife, Unite commutual in most sacred bands.

If, once a widow, ever I be wife!
P. Queen. So many journeys may the sun Ham. If she should break it now,-
and moon

(To OPHELIA. Make us again count o'er, ere love be done! P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweel, leave But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,

me here a while; So far from cheer, and from your former statė, My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, The tedious day with sleep.

[Sleeps. Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must: P. Queen. Sleep rock thy brain; For women fear too much, even as they love; And never come mischance between us twaio!

[Exit. * The richest dress.

+ Secret wickedness.
I Short. $ Car, chariot. Il The earth, Magnitude, proportion. + Active.

* Moores 1 Shining, lustre.

Determinations.

|| Ever.

Anchords

Ham. Madam, how like you this play? Ham. Upon the talk of the poisoning,“

Queen. The lady doth protest too much, me- Hor. I did very well note him. thinks.

Ham. Ah, ha !-Come, some music; come, Ham. O, but she'll keep her word.

the recorders.* King. Have you heard the argument? Is For if the king like not the comedy, there no offence in't ?

Why then, belike,-he likes it not, perdy.tm Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i’the world.

Enter RosenCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. King. What do you call the play?

Come, some music. Ham. The mouse-trap.* Marry, how? Tro- Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word pically. This play is the image of a murder with you. done in Vienna: Gonzago is the duke's name; Hum. Sir, a whole history. his wife, Baptista: you shall see anon; 'tis a Guil. The king, Sir,knavish piece of work: But what of that? Ham. Ay, Sir, what of bim? your majesty, and we that have free souls, it Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellously distouches us not: Let the galled jade wincent tempered. our withers are unwrung.-

Ham. With drink, Sir ?
Enter LUCIANUS.

Guil. No, my lord, with choler.

Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king:

richer, to signify this to the doctor; for, for me Oph. You are as good as a chorus, my lord. to put him to his purgation, would, perhaps,

Ham. I could interpret between you and plunge him into more choler. your love, if I could see the puppets dallying.

Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. some frame, and start not so wildly from my Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take affair. off my edge.

Ham. I am tame, Sir :-pronounce. Oph. Still better, and worse.

Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great Ham. So you mistake your husbands.-Be- affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you. gin, murderer ;-leave thy damnable faces, and

Ham. You are welcome. begin. Come;

Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is - The croaking raven

not of the right breed. If it shall please you Doth bellow for revenge.

to make me a wholesome answer, I will do Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, your mother's commandment: if not, your parand time agreeing;

don, and my return, shall be the end of my Confederate season, else no creature seeing;.

business. Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds col

Ham. Sir, I cannot. lected,

(fected,

Guil. What, my lord ? With Hecate's bant thrice blasted, thrice in

Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my Thy natural magic and dire property,

wit's diseased: But, Sir, such answer as I can On wholesome life usurp immediately.

make, you shall coinmand; or, rather, as you [Pours the Poison into the Sleeper's Ears. say, my mother: therefore no more, but to the Ham. He poisons him i'the garden for his matter: My mother, you say, estate. His name's Gonzago: the story is ex- Ros. Then thus she says; Your behaviour tant, and written in very choice Italian : You hath struck her into amazement and admirashall see anon, how the murderer gets the love tion, of Gonzago's wife.

Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish Oph. The king rises.

a mother !--But is there no sequel at the heels Ham. What! frighted with false fire!

of this mother's admiration? impart. Queen. How fares my lord ?

Ros. She desires to speak with you in her Pol. Give o'er the play.

closet, ere you go to bed. King. Give me some light:-away!

Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our Pol. Lights, lights, lights !

mother. Have you any furth tradet with (E.reunt all but HAMLET and Horatio. us? Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep,

Ros. My lord, you once did love me. The hart ungalled play:

Ham. And do still, by these pickers and For some must watch, while some must sleep; stealers.Ş Thus runs the world away.

Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of Would not this, Sir, and a forest of feathers, distemper? you do, surely, but bar the door (if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk|| with upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs me,) with two Provencial roses on my razed to your friend. shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry** of players,

Ham. Sir, I lack advancement. Sir?

Ros. How can that be, when you have the Hor. Half a share.

voice of the king himself for your succession Ham. A whole one, I.

in Denmark? For thou dost know, O Damon, dear,

Ham. Ay, Sir, but, While the grass grows,This realm dismantled was

the proverb is something musty. Of Jove himself; and now reigns here A very, very-peacock.

Enter the PLAYERS, with Recorders. Hor. You might have rhymed. Ham. O good Horatio, i'll take the ghost's draw with you :-Why do you go about to re

0, the recorders:-let me see one.-To withword for a thousand pound. Did’st perceive? cover the wind of me, as if you would drive Hor. Very well, my lord.

me into a toil? the thing

Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my In which he'll catch the conscience of the king.

love is too unmannerly. + This is a proverbial saying.

I Curse.
For his head.
Il Change conditions.
* A kind of Aute.

+ Par Dies.
** Pack, company.
# Business.

Hands.

1 Slashed,

llam. I do not well understand that. Will | To keep those many bodies safe, you play upon this pipe?

That live, and feed, upon your majesty. Guil. My lord, I cannot.

Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound Ham. I pray you.

With all the strength and armour of the mind, Guil. Believe me, I cannot.

To keep itself from 'noyance : but much more Ham. I do beseech you.

That spirit, upon whose weal depend and rest Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord. The lives of many. The cease of majesty

Ham. "Tis as easy as lying: govern these Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw ventages,* with your fingers and thumb, give What's near it, with it: it is a massy wheel, it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, most eloquent music. Look you, these are the To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser stops.

things

(falls, Guil. But these cannot I command to any Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which, when it utterance of harmony; I have not the skill. Each small annexment, petty consequence,

Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone thing you make of me. You would play upon Did the king sigh, but with a general groan. me; you would seem to know my stops; you King. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you

voyage; would 'sound me from my lowest note to the For we will fetters put upon this fear, top of my compass: and there is much music, Which now goes too free-footed. excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot Ros. Guil. We will haste us. you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I [Exeunt RosenCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can

Enter Polonius. fret me, you cannot play upon me.

Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's Enter PoloniUS.

Bebind the arras* I'll convey myself, {closet: God bless you, Sir.

To hear the process; I'll warrant, she'll tax Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with And, as you said, and wisely was it said,

him home: you, and presently.

Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's al- | 'Tis meet, that some more audience than a most in shape of a camel ?

mother,

(hear Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, in- Since nature makes them partial, should o'erdeed.

The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, by Ham. Methinks, it is like a weasel.

l'll call upon you ere you go to bed, [liege; Pol. It is backed like a weasel.

And tell you what I know. Hum. Or, like a whale ?

king. Thanks, dear my lord. Pol. Very like a whale.

(Exit POLONIUS. Ham. Then will I come to my mother by and 0, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; by:- They fool me to the top of my bent.t-1 It hath the primal eldest curse upon't

, will come by and by.

A brother's murder!-Pray can í not, Pol. I will say so.

[Exit Polonius. Though inclination be as sharp as will; Ham. By and by is easily said.-Leave me, My stronger guilt defeats my strong inteol, friends.

[Exeunt Ros. Guil. Hor. &c. And, like a man to double business bound, 'Tis now the very witching time of night; I stand in pause where I shall first begin, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself And both neglect. What if this cursed hand breathes out

Were thicker than itselt with brother's blood? Contagion to this world: Now could I drink Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens, hot blood,

To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves And do such business as the bitter day

mercy, Would quake to look on. Sott; now to my | And what's in prayer, but this twofold force,

But to confront the visage of offence ? mother,(), heart, lose not thy nature ; let not ever To be forestalled, ere we come to fall, The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; Let me be cruel, not unnatural :

My fault is past. But, 0, what form of prayer I will speak daggers to her, but use none; Can serve iny turn? Forgive me my toul mur. My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites:

der! Hów in my words soever she be shent, I

That cannot be ; since I am still possess'd To give them sealss never, my soul, consent!

Of those effects for wbich I did the murder, [Exit. My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.

May one be pardon’d, and retain the otience ! SCENE III.-A Room in the same. In the corrupted currents of this world,

Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; Enter King, RoSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN. And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with Buys out the law: But 'tis noi so above: us,

(you; There is no shuffling, there the action lies To let his madness range. Therefore, prepare In bis true nature, and we ourselves comI your commission will forth with despatch,

pellid, And he to England shall along with you : Even to ihe teeth and forehead of our faults, The terms of our estate may not endure To give in evidence. What then? what rests? Hazard so near us, as doth hourly grow Try what repentance can: What can it not? Out of his lunes.|

Yet what can it, when one can not repent? Guil. We will "ourselves provide:

( wretched state! ( bosom, black as death! Most holy and religious fear it is,

O limedt soul: that struggling to be frec,

Art more engag’d, Help, angels, make assay! * Holes. + Utmost stretch. 1 Reproved. | Authority to put them in execution. Il Lunacies. * Tapestry.

# Caught as with bind-time

Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart, with strings And,-'would it were not so !-you are my of steel,

mother. Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe;

Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that All may be well! [Retires and kneels.

can speak.

Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you Enter HAMLET.

sball not budge;

You go not, till I set you up a glass Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is

Where you may see the inmost part of you. praying;

Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not And now I'll do't; and so he goes to heaven:

murder me? And So am I reveng'd? That would be Help, help, ho! scann'd:*

Pol. (Behind.] What, ho! help! A villain kills my father; and, for that,

Flam. How now! a rat?

[Draws. I, his solet son, do this same villain send

Dead, for a ducat, dead. To heaven.

(HAMLET makes a pass through the Arras. Why, this is hire and salary,t not revenge.

Pol. [Behind.] 0, I am slain. He took my father grossly, full of bread;

[Falls, and dies. With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as

Queen. O me, what hast thou done?
May;

(heaven?

Hum. Nay, I know not:
And, how his audit stands, who knows, save Is it the king ?
But, in our circumstance and course of thought,

(Lifts up the Arras, and draws forth 'Tis heavy with him: And am I then reveng'd,

POLONIUS. To take him in the purging of his soul,

Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is When he is fit and season'd for his passage?

this ! No.

[hent:8

Ham. A bloody deed ;-almost as bad, good Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid

mother, When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage;

As kill a king, and marry with his brother. Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed;

Queen. As kill a king! At gaming, swearing; or about some act

Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word.That has no relish of salvation in't: [yen: Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! Then trip him, that his heels may kick at hea

[To POLONIUS. And that his soul may be as damu'd, and I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune: black,

Thou find'st, to be too busy, is some danger.As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays:

Leave wringing of your hands: Peace; sit you This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.

down,

(Exit. And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, The King rises and advances.

If it be made of penetrable stuff ;.

If damned custom have not braz'd it so, King. My words fly up, my thoughts re- That it be proof and bulwark against sense. main below:

Queen. What have I done, that thou dar’st Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go.

wag thy tongue
[Exit. In noise so rude against me?

Ham. Such an act,
SCENE IV.-Another Room in the same. That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Enter Queen and POLONIUS.

Calis virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose

From the fair forehead of an innocent love, Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay And sets a blister there; makes marriuge-vows home to him:

As false as dicers' oaths: 0, such a deed Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to

As from the body of contraction® plucks bear with;

The very soul; and sweet religion makes And that your grace hath screen'd and stood A rhapsody of words: Heaven's face doth between

glow; Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here. Yea, this solidity and compound mass, Pray you, be round with him.

With tristfult-visage, as against the doom, Queen. I'll warrant yon;

Is thought-sick at the act. Fear me not:-withdraw, I hear him coming. Queen. Ah me, what act,

[dex? [Polonius hides himself. That roars so loud, and thunders in the in

Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter?

The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;

See, what a grace was seated on this brow: offended. Ham. Mother, you have my father much of

An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;

A station|| like the herald Mercury, fended. Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle A combination, and a form, indeed,

New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; tongue. Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked To give the world assurance of a man:

Where every god did seem to set his seal, tongue.

This was your husband.-Look you now, what Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet?

follows: Hum. What's the matter now? Queen. Have you forgot me?

Here is your husband ; like a mildew'd ear; Ham. No, by the rood,|| not so:

Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you

[wife; You are the queen, your husband's brother's

eyes?
* Marriage contract.

+ Sorrowful. Should be considered. + Only. Reward. Index of contents prefixed to a book. Seize him at a more horrid time.

Apollo's Il Cross.

The act of standing.

this;

Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son, And batten" on this moor? Ha! have you Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper eyes ?

Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look? You cannot call it, love : for, at your age, Ham. On him! on him !-Look you, how The bey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,

pale he glares!

(stones, And waits upon the judgement; And what His form and cause conjoin’d, preaching to judgement

Would make them capable.* -Do not look Would step from this to this? Sense,t sure,

upon me; you have,

Lest, with this piteous action, you convert Else, could you not have motion: But, sure, My stern effects :t then what I have to do that sense

Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for Is apoplex’d: for madness would not err;

blood. Nor sense to ecstasy! was ne'er so thrall’d, Queen. To whom do you speak this? But it reserv'd some quantity of choice,

Hum. Do you see nothing there? To serve in such a difference. What devil Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I see. was't,

Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind ? Queen. No, nothing, but ourselves. Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sansi all,

steals away! Or but a sickly part of one true sepse

My father, in his häbit as he liv'd! Could not so mope. I

Look, where he goes, even now, out at the O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, portal!

[Erit Ghost. If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, Queen. This is the very coinage of your To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,

This bodiless creation ecstasys (brain : And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, Is very cunning in. When the compulsive ardour gives the charge;

Ham. Ecstasy! Since frost itself as actively doth burn, My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep And reason panders will.

time,

(ness, Queen. O'Hamlet, speak no more :

And makes as healthful music: It is not madThou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;

That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And there I see such black and grained spots, And I the matter will re-word; which madness As will not leave their tinct.**

Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Ham. Nay, but to live

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, In the rank sweat of an enseamedtt bed; That not your trespass, but my madness speaks: Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; Over the nasty sty;

[love Whiles rapk corruption, mining all within, Queen. O, speak to me no more;

Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven; These words, like daggers enter in mine ears : Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; No more, sweet Hamlet.

And do not spread the compost on the weeds, Ham. A murderer, and a villain :

To make them ranker. Forgive me this my vir. A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe For in the fatness of these pursy times, [tue: Of your precedent lord:-a viceit of kings: Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg; A cutpurse of the empire and the rule; Yea, curbs and woo, for leave to do him good. That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, Queen. 0 Hamlet! thou hast cleit my heart And put it in his pocket!

in twain. Queen. No more.

Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, Enter GHOST.

And live the purer with the other half. Ham. A king

Good night: but go not to my uncle's bed ; Of shreds and patches :

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this ;

That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat You heavenly guards !—What would your That to the use of actions fair and good gracious figure ?

He likewise gives a frock, or livery,
Queen. Alas, he's mad.
Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to And that'shall lend a kind of easiness

That aptly is put on : Refrain to-night;
chide,

To the next abstinence: the next more easy: That, laps’d in time and passion, lets go by

For use almost can change the stamp of nature, The important acting of your dread command? And either curb the devil, or throw him out Ghost. Do not forget : This visitation

With wondrous potency. Once more, good Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.

night! But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:

And when you are desirous to be bless'd,

I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord, O, step between her and her fighting soul; Conceitşş, in weakest bodies strongest works; I do repent: But heaven hath pleas'd it so,

[Pointing to POLONICS. Speak to her, Hamlet. Ham. How is it with you, lady?

To punish me with this, and this with me,

That I must be their scourge and minister. Queen. Alas, how is't with you? That you do bend your eye on vacancy,

I will bestow bim, and will answer well And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? I must be cruel, only to be kind :

The death I gave bim. So, again, good

(night :Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,

Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,ll ||

But one word more, good lady.

Queen. What shall I do? * To grow fat.

Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you Frenzy. & Blindman's buff.

do: | Without Ý Be so stupid. ** Colour Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed; #1 Greasy. 11 Mimic. $ Imagination. || || The hair of animals is excrementitious, that is, with. Intelligent. † Actions.

Perbass out life or sensation.

(Frenzy.
|| Manure.

Bend.

0, say!

+ Sensation

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