... 80% Sept 06, 1050 (Inside Hamlet's Quarters) My trusted friend and comrade, O, fie! Horatio, dearest friend, I trust the morrow of your days to find you well and blessed. O, Life! What a most wicked, wicked night of sleepless toss and ... And yesternight, still. I pray I "thaw and resolve [myself] into a dew," and have to face no more the horror of my truths. And yet, the "Everlasting [has]..fix'd a canon 'gainst self-slaughter," and I cannot take away this meanigless life. O, God! I am weary ... heart that cries in desperation. In two months time, Horation, two months! Our Beloved King...

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