Hamlet Player King Lines

So many journeys may the sun and moon

Make us again count o'er ere love be done!

But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,

So far from cheer and from your former state -

Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know;

And as my love is sized, my fear is so.

'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;

And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,

Honour'd, beloved; and haply one as kind

For husband shalt thou—

O, confound the rest!

Such love must needs be treason in my breast:

In second husband let me be accurst!

None wed the second but who kill'd the first.

A second time I kill my husband dead, 60

When second husband kisses me in bed.

'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;

My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile

The tedious day with sleep.

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