Gertrude O'er whom his very madness, like some ore Among a mineral of metals base, Shows itself pure. He weeps for what is done. Read more about popup_note_index_item 4899
Claudius You must translate; 'tis fit we understand them. Where is your son? Gertrude Ah, my good lord, what have I seen tonight! Claudius What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet? Gertrude Mad as the sea and wind when both contend Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit, Read more about popup_note_index_item 4898
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Oberon Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower Hath such force and blessèd power. Read more about Act 4, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Diana's bud, Cupid's flower
