1 A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
2 Hark you, Guildenstern, and you too, at each ear a hearer.
3 But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
4 Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear Blasting his wholesome brother.
5 O speak to me no more; These words like daggers enter in mine ears; No more, sweet Hamlet.
6 Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice: Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
7 Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, pours poison in the King's ears, and exits.
8 Sit down awhile, And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen.
9 Season your admiration for a while With an attent ear, till I may deliver Upon the witness of these gentlemen This marvel to you.
10 I would not hear your enemy say so; Nor shall you do my ear that violence, To make it truster of your own report Against yourself.
11 The ears are senseless that should give us hearing, To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd, That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.
12 Then senseless Ilium, Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear.
13 Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain If with too credent ear you list his songs, Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open To his unmaster'd importunity.
14 My lord, do as you please, But if you hold it fit, after the play, Let his queen mother all alone entreat him To show his grief, let her be round with him, And I'll be plac'd, so please you, in the ear Of all their conference.
15 O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise.
16 Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus'd; but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown.
17 Last, and as much containing as all these, Her brother is in secret come from France, Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, And wants not buzzers to infect his ear With pestilent speeches of his father's death, Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd, Will nothing stick our person to arraign In ear and ear.
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