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 Give it an understanding, but no tongue: I will requite your loves. So fare you well: Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, I'll visit you.

All. Our duty to your honour.

Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: farewell, [Exeunt Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo. My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth overwhelm them, to men's eyes. [Exit.

Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell: And, sister, as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant, do not sleep. But let me hear from you.

Oph. Do you doubt that?

Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour,