asham'd to
show,
he'll not
shame to
tell you
what it
means.
Oph. You
are
naught,
you are
naught!
I'll mark
the play.
Pro. For
us, and
for our
tragedy,
Here
stooping
to your
clemency,
We beg
your
hearing
patiently.
[Exit.]
Ham. Is
this a
prologue,
or the
posy of a
ring? Oph.
'Tis
brief, my
lord. Ham.
As woman's
love.
Enter [two
Players
as] King
and Queen.
King. Full
thirty
times hath
Phoebus'
cart gone
round
Neptune's
salt wash
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