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Shakespeare in Hell
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Poor Yorrick
Ham. 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 kiss'd 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?
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Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. O, that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!
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