1O,That This Too,Too Solid Flesh Would Melt
2O All You Host of Heaven!O Earth!What Else?
3O,What a Rogue and Peasant Slave Am I !
4I Will Tell You Why:So Shall My Anticipation Prevent Your Discovery
5To Be or Not to Be:That is the Question
6How All Occasions do Inform Against Me
7What is He Whose Grief Bears Such an Emphasis?
8What Lady is That,Which Doth Enrich the Hand
9He Jests at Scars That Never Felt a Wound
10Wilt Thou be Gone? It is Not Yet Near Day
11Thou Detestable Maw,Thou Wom of Death
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