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Hamlet: Lady, Shall I Lie In Your Lap? Ophelia: No, My Lord. Hamlet: Did You Think I Meant Country Matters? Ophelia: I Think Nothing, My Lord. Hamlet: That's A Fair Thought To Lie Between Maids' Legs. Ophelia: What Is, My Lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

Did My Heart Love Till Now? Forswear It, Sight! For I Ne'er Saw True Beauty Till This Night.

Present Fears Are Less Than Horrible Imaginings.

Mine Eyes Are Full Of Tears, My Heart Of Grief.

Fore God, You Have Here A Goodly Dwelling And A Rich.