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Legg til kommentarSkuespill: Hamlet, ACT III, SCENE I. A room in the castle.OPHELIA: My honour'd lord, you know right well you did; And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed As made the things more rich: their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. There, my lord. |