... (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 turning. Ha! Not any different than yerternight. 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 ... ," and I cannot take away this meanigless life. O, God! I am weary of this world, weary of the "unweeded" Denmark, weary of life and all that it posses. If...

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