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Legg til kommentarSkuespill: Hamlet, ACT I, SCENE IV. The platform.HAMLET: My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me! I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee. |