Nationals at Mets, Game 3
Sunday, April 23 | 8:05 p.m. in Her Majestie Queene Elizabeths Colonies
TV/Radio: did not exist in the 1500s
Mr. William Shakespeare, His Birthday Threadde. GUIDERIUS. Fear no more the heat o' th' sun
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages.
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-
SWEEPers, come to dust.
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HAMLET. Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation or the thoughts of love,
May
SWEEP to my revenge.
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HAMLET. Ham. There's letters seal'd; and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
They bear the mandate; they must
SWEEP my way
And marshal me to knavery.
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Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
For swallowing the treasure of the realm.
Thy lips, that kiss'd the Queen, shall
SWEEP the ground;
And thou that smil'dst at good Duke Humphrey's death
Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,
Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again
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MACBETH. Both of you
Know Banquo was your enemy.
BOTH MURTHERERS. True, my lord.
MACBETH. So is he mine, and in such bloody distance
That every minute of his being thrusts
Against my near'st of life; and though I could
With barefaced power
SWEEP him from my sight