Act 3 Scene 3 Claudius Monologue
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Oh, my offense is rank. It smelled heaven. It hath the primal eldest curse upon it. A brother's murder prey. Can I not, though inclination be a sharp as will my stronger guilt defeats my strong and and like a man to double business bound. I stand in pause where I shall first begin and both neglect What if this cursed hand with thicker than itself with its brothers blood is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow, where two serves mercy but to confront the visage of offense and what's in prayer But this two fold force to be forced old air We come to fall pardons being down. Then I'll look up. My fault is past. But oh, what form of prayer can serve my turn? Forgive me, my foul murder that cannot be since I am still possessed of those effects for which I did the murder, my crown, my own ambition and my queen May 1 be pardoned and retain the offence