My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. Oh, wretched state. Oh, bosom black as death!...
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Claudius - The King:
Oh, my offense is rank. It smells to heaven. It hath the primal eldest curse upon it: a brother's murder. Pray, can I not, though inclination be as sharp as will. What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother's blood? Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow? Oh, what form of prayer can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder? That cannot be, since I am still possessed of those effects for which I did the murder: my crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. Oh, wretched state. Oh, bosom black as death! Help, angels. All may yet be well.
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is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
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to wash it white as snow
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O what form of prayer can serve my turn
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Forgive me my foul murder
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That cannot be since I am still possessed
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of those effects for which I did the murder
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my crown mine own ambition
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and my Queen
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O wretched state
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O bosom black as death
Clip duration: 37 seconds
Views: 182
Timestamp in movie: 01h 25m 09s
Uploaded: 09 November, 2022
Genres: drama
Summary: Prince Hamlet struggles over whether or not he should kill his uncle, whom he suspects has murdered his father, the former king.
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