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LAERTES
Let this be so.
His means of death, his obscure funeral—
No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
No noble rite nor formal ostentation—
Cry to be heard as ’twere from heaven to earth,
That I must call ’t in question.
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LAERTES
All right, then. The way he died, his secret funeral, no funeral
rites or military display, no noble rites or formal
ceremony—shout out from heaven and earth that I must call
the way he died into question.
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CLAUDIUS
So you shall.
And where the offense is, let the great ax fall.
I pray you, go with me.
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CLAUDIUS
And you’re right to do so. May the guilty party be
punished by death. Please, come with me.
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Exeunt |
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