I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, And bid me hold my peace.
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.
duty farewell haste
peace hell speak
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
marriage age funeral
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