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We
want
a
little
something
to
answer
encores
with
,
anyway
.
"
"
What
's
onkores
,
Bilgewater
?
"
The
duke
told
him
,
and
then
says
:
"
I
'll
answer
by
doing
the
Highland
fling
or
the
sailor
's
hornpipe
;
and
you
--
well
,
let
me
see
--
oh
,
I
've
got
it
--
you
can
do
Hamlet
's
soliloquy
.
"
"
Hamlet
's
which
?
"
"
Hamlet
's
soliloquy
,
you
know
;
the
most
celebrated
thing
in
Shakespeare
.
Ah
,
it
's
sublime
,
sublime
!
Always
fetches
the
house
.
I
have
n't
got
it
in
the
book
--
I
've
only
got
one
volume
--
but
I
reckon
I
can
piece
it
out
from
memory
.
I
'll
just
walk
up
and
down
a
minute
,
and
see
if
I
can
call
it
back
from
recollection
's
vaults
.
"
So
he
went
to
marching
up
and
down
,
thinking
,
and
frowning
horrible
every
now
and
then
;
then
he
would
hoist
up
his
eyebrows
;
next
he
would
squeeze
his
hand
on
his
forehead
and
stagger
back
and
kind
of
moan
;
next
he
would
sigh
,
and
next
he
'd
let
on
to
drop
a
tear
.
It
was
beautiful
to
see
him
.
By
and
by
he
got
it
.
He
told
us
to
give
attention
.
Then
he
strikes
a
most
noble
attitude
,
with
one
leg
shoved
forwards
,
and
his
arms
stretched
away
up
,
and
his
head
tilted
back
,
looking
up
at
the
sky
;
and
then
he
begins
to
rip
and
rave
and
grit
his
teeth
;
and
after
that
,
all
through
his
speech
,
he
howled
,
and
spread
around
,
and
swelled
up
his
chest
,
and
just
knocked
the
spots
out
of
any
acting
ever
I
see
before
.
This
is
the
speech
--
I
learned
it
,
easy
enough
,
while
he
was
learning
it
to
the
king
:
To
be
,
or
not
to
be
;
that
is
the
bare
bodkin
That
makes
calamity
of
so
long
life
;
For
who
would
fardels
bear
,
till
Birnam
Wood
do
come
to
Dunsinane
,
But
that
the
fear
of
something
after
death
Murders
the
innocent
sleep
,
Great
nature
's
second
course
,
And
makes
us
rather
sling
the
arrows
of
outrageous
fortune
Than
fly
to
others
that
we
know
not
of
.
There
's
the
respect
must
give
us
pause
:
Wake
Duncan
with
thy
knocking
!
I
would
thou
couldst
;
For
who
would
bear
the
whips
and
scorns
of
time
,
The
oppressor
's
wrong
,
the
proud
man
's
contumely
,
The
law
's
delay
,
and
the
quietus
which
his
pangs
might
take
,
In
the
dead
waste
and
middle
of
the
night
,
when
churchyards
yawn
In
customary
suits
of
solemn
black
,
But
that
the
undiscovered
country
from
whose
bourne
no
traveler
returns
,
Breathes
forth
contagion
on
the
world
,
And
thus
the
native
hue
of
resolution
,
like
the
poor
cat
i
'
the
adage
,
Is
sicklied
o'er
with
care
,
And
all
the
clouds
that
lowered
o'er
our
housetops
,
With
this
regard
their
currents
turn
awry
,
And
lose
the
name
of
action
.
'
Tis
a
consummation
devoutly
to
be
wished
.
But
soft
you
,
the
fair
Ophelia
:
Ope
not
thy
ponderous
and
marble
jaws
,
But
get
thee
to
a
nunnery
--
go
!
Well
,
the
old
man
he
liked
that
speech
,
and
he
mighty
soon
got
it
so
he
could
do
it
first-rate
.
