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 As hush as deaths anon the dreadful thunder Doth rend the region; so, after Pyrrhus' pause, Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work; And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall On Mars's armour, forged for proof eterne, With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword Now fails on Priam. ''Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods,'' In general synod take away her power; Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven As low as to the fiends!

Pol. This is too long.

Ham. It shall to the barber's, with your beard— Prithee, say on; he's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps: say on; come to Hecuba.

First Play. But who, O, who had seen the mobled queen —

Ham. "The mobled queen?"

Pol. That's good; "mobled queen" is good.