|"Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane, drink off this potion. Is thy union here?
Follow my mother."
"'Seems,' madam? Nay, it is.I know not 'seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, nor customary suites of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, nor the dejected havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapesof grief, That can denote me truly. These indeed 'seem,' For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passes show, These but the trappings and the suits of woe."
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