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To take him in the purging of his soul |
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When he is fit and seasoned for his passage? |
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No. |
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Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent. |
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When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage, |
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Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed, |
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At game a-swearing, or about some act |
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That has no relish of salvation in 't— |
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Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, |
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And that his soul may be as damned and black |
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As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays |
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This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. |
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So is it really revenge for me if I kill Claudius right when he is
confessing his sins, in perfect condition for a trip to heaven? No.
Away, sword, and wait for a better moment to kill him.
(he puts his sword away) When
he's sleeping off some drunken orgy, or having incestuous
sex, or swearing while he gambles, or committing some other act that
has no goodness about it—that's when
I'll trip him up and send him to hell with his heels
kicking up at heaven. My mother's waiting. The
king's trying to cure himself with prayer, but all
he's doing is keeping himself alive a little
longer. |
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(rises) My words fly up, my
thoughts remain below. |
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Words without thoughts never to heaven go. |
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(rising) My words fly up toward
heaven, but my thoughts stay down here on earth. Words without
thoughts behind them will never make it to heaven. |
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