Ghost And with a sudden vigor it does posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood. So did it mine, Read more about popup_note_index_item 4800
Ghost And in the porches of mine ears did pour The leperous distillment, whose effect Read more about popup_note_index_item 4798
Hamlet And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself? Read more about popup_note_index_item 4797
Polonius Have you so slander any moment leisure As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Read more about popup_note_index_item 4796
Polonius Do not believe his vows, for they are brokers Not of that dye which their investments show, But mere implorators of unholy suits, Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds The better to beguile. This is for all — Read more about popup_note_index_item 4795
