Student’s Name: Tutor’s Name: Course: Date: “O, that this too, too sullied flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon ’gainst self-slaughter! O God, God, How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world!” Act One scene two…135 “O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his conceit That from her working all his visage wanned, Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his...
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