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good hamlet cast thy knighted color off and let thine eye look like a friend on denmark
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Queen. to Hamlet. stop wearing your stupid black
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but i have that within which passes show, these but the trappings and the suits of woe
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hamlet to queen. what is inside is even more grief than appears
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but to persevere in obstinate condolement is a course of impious stubbornness
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claudius to hamlet. thinks hamlet is being stubborn.
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like niobe, all tears, why she (even she) (o god, a beast that wants discourse of reason would have mourned longer!) married with my uncle. my fathers brother, but no more like my father than i to hercules
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hamlet about queen/king. niobe cries a lot. just married his uncle but claudius is not like my dad
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thrift, thrift, horatio. the funeral baked meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables
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hamlet to horatio. same food for funeral and marriage. that close together.
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but you must fear, his greatness weighed, his will not his own, (for he himself is subject to his birth). he may not as unvalued persons do carve for himself, for on his choice depends the safety and the heatlh of this whole state
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laertes to ophelia saying how hamlet cant choose for love
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do not as some ungracious pastors do show me the steep and throny way to heaven whiles like a puffed and reckless libertine himself he primrose path of dalliance treads and recks not his own rede
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ophelia->laertes. practice what you preach
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i do know, when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows
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polonious when a man is on fire, he'll swear anything
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this heavy-headed revel east and west makes us tranduced and taxed of other nations. they clepe us drunkards and with swinish phrase soil our addiction
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hamlet criticizing his parents partying because it ruins their reputation. embarrassed
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my fate cries out and makes each petty arture in this body as hardy as the nemeans lion's nerve. still i am called.
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hamlet. nothing you say can stop me. allusion to hercules
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something is rotten in the state of denmark
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marcellus. problems are coming up
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but virtue, as it never will be moved though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven
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ghost. they surrendered their virtue to lewdness and lust
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so lust, though to a radiant angel linked, will sate itself in a celestial bed and prey on garbage
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ghost. lust preys on weak, pathetic people (garbage, claud and gert)
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this time is out of joint, o cursed spite that ever i was born to set it right
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hamlet. doesnt like the timing and doesn't want to fix the situation but has to. right after finds out uncle killed dad.
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this is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property fordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings as oft as any passions under heaven that does afflict our natures
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polonious. This is definitely love-craziness. Love is such a violent emotion that it makes people self-destruct, as much as any strong emotion.
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for the supply and profit of our hope, your visitation shall receive such thanks as fits a king's remembrance
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queen. Your visit shall receive such thanks as only a King can give. (talking to Roz and Gild)
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though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
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polonious, in an aside. method to the madness
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what a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable; in action how like an angel in apprehension how like a god: the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals- and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
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hamlet to rosencrantz. does not like men
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bloody, bawdy villain! remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villian!
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hamlet about claudius
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how smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience. the harlot's cheek beauted with plastring art is not more ugly to the thing that helps it than is my deed to my most painted word. o heavy burden
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claudius's aside. How hurting a lash that speech gives my conscience!
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the undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? thus conscience does make cowards of us all
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hamlet talking about how he doesn't want to kill himself because he's a coward. to be or not to be speech.
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rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind
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ophelia-->hamlet. gave his gifts back that he gave her when they were together. ignoring him.
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for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness. this was sometimes a paradox, but now the time gives it proof.
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hamlet-->ophelia. you can't be beautiful and pure. seems weird but its true.
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there's something in his soul o'er which his melancholy sits on brood
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Claudius about hamlet. something bad could happen since he's mad. decides to send him to england.
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give me that man that is not passion's slave, and i will wear him in my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, as i do thee
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hamlet--> horatio. i love you man
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the lady doth protest too much, me thinks
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gertrude about player queen
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the mousetrap
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the play hamlet made for claudius to admit his sin
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'sblood, do you think i am easier played on than a pipe? call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me you cannot play upon me (PUN!!)
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hamlet. to roz and gild. thinks theyre using him
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let not ever the soul of nero enter this firm bosom i will speak daggers to her but use none
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hamlet. talking about mom saying wont hurt her physically but emotionally
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'forgive me my foul murder?' that cannot be, since i am sitll possessed of those effects for which i did the murder: my crown, mine own ambition, and my queen, may one be pardoned and retain th' offense?
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claudius when he is praying admitting that he did it
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up sword, and know thou a more horrid hent
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hamlet. decides to wait to kill claudius until he is sinning bc doesnt want him to go to heaven
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o, i am slain!
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polonious when hamlet kills him accidentally
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thou turns't my eyes into my very soul, and there i see such black and grained spots as will not leave their tinct
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gertrude. saying that she feels very guilty for what he has done
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there's letters sealed, and my two schoolfellows whom i will trust as i will adders fanged, they bear the mandate
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hamlet->mom. does not trust them much. he has to go w/ them to eng and claud will be killed
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mad as the sea and wind when both contend which is the mightier
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gertrude about hamlet. saying how he is after he just killed polonious
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the sun no sooner shall the mountains touch but we will ship him hence; and this vile deed we must with all our majesty and skill both countenance and excuse
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claudius about sending hamlet to england
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take you me for a sponge, my lord?
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rosencrantz. are you calling me a sponge?
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he's loved of the distracted multitude who like not in their judgment but their eyes
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claudius. the public loves hamlet
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if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself
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hamlet to claudius. if you don't see polonious there, look for him in hell when you get there.
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the present death of hamlet. do it, england
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claudius. kill hamlet in the letter to eng.
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we go to gain a litle patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name
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captain of fortinbras' army. we're killing ourselves to get a worthless land
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how all occasions do inform against me and spur my dull revenge
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hamlet. everything around him makes him look bad and reminds him he still has not taken revenge
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from this time forth my thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!
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hamlet. im gonig to be evil now
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where is the beauteous majesty of denmark
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ophelia. where are the king/queen
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when sorrows come, they come not to single spies, but in battalions
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claudius to gertrude. bad things happen all at once not one at a time
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there's such divinity doth hedge a king that treason can but peep to what it would. acts little of his will
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claudius. king's can't die irony since he killed a king
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i'll not be juggled with, to hell allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! i dare damnation
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laertes just very angry w/ claudius about his father's death.
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there's rosemary, that's for remembrance. pray you, love, remember. and there is pansies, thats for thoughts.
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ophelia's madness
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high and mighty, you shall know i am set naked on your kingdom
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hamlet. naked=unarmed. letter from hamlet that messenger reads
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laertes, was your father dear to you? or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?
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claudius to laertes.did you love your father? Or is your grief just an illusion—a mere painting of sorrow?
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to cut his throat i' th' church
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laertes. i wanna kill him so bad i'd do it in a church
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and for that purpose i'll anoint my sword i bought an unction of a mountebank so mortal that, but dip a knife in it where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare
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laertes. talking about how he will poison his sword to kil Ham
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i'll have prepared for him a chalice for the nonce, wheron but sipping, if he by chance escapre your venomed stuck, our purpose may hold there
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claudius. his plan to poison the wine as a back up to kill hamlet
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but long it could not be til that her garments, heavy with their drink, pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay to muddy death
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gertrude about ophelia and her death in the river
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it was that very day that young hamlet was born- he that is mad. and sent to england
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gravedigger to hamlet. he's talking to hamlet but doesn't know its him. irony
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alas, poor yorick! i knew him, horatio- a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy
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hamlet to gravedigger/horatio. talkign about his father's jester.
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what ceremony else?
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laertes to hamlet/doctor. talking about her funeral
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her death was doubtful, and, but that great command o'ersways the order, til the last trumpet
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priest/doctor about ophelia. king commanded christian burial
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sweets to the sweet, farewell!
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queen to ophelia
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yet i have in me something dangerous, which let thy wisdom fear
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hamlet to laertes. i'm dangerously mad, watch out
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i loved ophelia. forty thousand brothers could not with all their quantity of love make up my sum
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hamlet saying he loved her more than laertes
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there's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will
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hamlet to horatio.. fate determines our end, not anything we do
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he that hath killed my king and whored my mother, popped in between th' election and my hopes, thrown out his angle for my proper life
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hamlet to horatio. talking abotu claudis
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for by the image of my cause i see the portraiture of his
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hamlet to horatio about laertes. i understand him because both our fathers died
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you will lose, my lord
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horatio to hamlet about the fight w/ laertes
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not a whit. we defy augury. there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. if it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it not be now, yet it will come. the readiness is all.
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hamlet to horatio. death will always come. finally resolved. ready for anyhting (life or death). even the great die
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let my disclaiming from a purposed evil free me so far in your most generous thoughts that i have shot my arrow o'er the house and hurt my brother
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hamlet to laertes. trying to tell him he really didnt mean to kill his dad
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hamlet, this pearl is thine. here's to thy health
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king, giving the drink to hamlet, who refuses
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o villainy! ho! let the door be locked. treachery! seek it out.
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hamlet, after his mom drinks and dies. find out who did it
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the treacherous instrument is in thy hand unbated and envenomed. the foul practice hath turned itself on me
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laertes, about the poisoned/sharp sword. im going to die by my own weapon
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i am more an antique roman than a dane. here's yet some liquor left
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horatio, says he will drink the cup wants to stand by hamlet as he dies
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if thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, absent thee from felicity awhile and in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain to tell my story
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hamlet to horatio. last request before he dies to stay alive and tell my story
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rosencrantz and gildenstern are dead
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ambassador comes to tell us
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for he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royal
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fortinbras saying hamlet was almost a great king.
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chiasmus
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reversing two similar phrases. almost parallelism but not. don't sweat the petty, don't pet the sweaty.
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synecdoche
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the rhetorical substitution of a part for the whole
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metonymy
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using the name of one thing for that of another with which it is closely associated. the crown that rules
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dramatic irony
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(theater) irony that occurs when the meaning of the situation is understood by the audience but not by the characters in the play
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heroic couplet
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Two successive lines of rhymed poetry in iambic pentameter
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blank verse
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type of poetry, distinguished by having a regular meter, but no rhyme.
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