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Legg til kommentarSkuespill: Hamlet, ACT III, SCENE II. A hall in the castle.LUCIANUS: Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; Confederate season, else no creature seeing; Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magic and dire property, On wholesome life usurp immediately. |