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Let me see. [Takes the skull.] Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio;
a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on
his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it
is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your
flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not
one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen?
On Wed, Nov 29, 2000 at 11:22:38AM -0500, Micah Cooper wrote:
> Appears before them and with solemn march
> Goes slow and stately by them.
> --Horatio in Hamlet.
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> > -----Original Message-----
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> > [mailto:[log in to unmask]]On Behalf Of Clayton L. Hynfield
> > Sent: Wednesday, November 29, 2000 10:29 AM
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> > I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
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