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A wretched soul, bruised with adversity.

      — The Comedy of Errors, Act II Scene 1

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Hamlet
[II, 2]

Hamlet

1432

What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they
escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can
sing? Will they not say afterwards, if they should grow
themselves to common players (as it is most like, if their means
are no better), their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim
against their own succession.

2

Hamlet
[IV, 5]

Ophelia

3049

You must sing 'A-down a-down, and you call him a-down-a.' O,
how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his
master's daughter.

3

Hamlet
[V, 1]

Hamlet

3418

That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. How the
knave jowls it to the ground,as if 'twere Cain's jawbone, that
did the first murther! This might be the pate of a Politician,
which this ass now o'erreaches; one that would circumvent God,
might it not?

4

Hamlet
[V, 1]

Priest

3568

No more be done.
We should profane the service of the dead
To sing a requiem and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls.

5

Hamlet
[V, 2]

Horatio

4021

Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
[March within.]
Why does the drum come hither?
Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassadors, with Drum, Colours, and Attendants.

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