Answer:
Gertrude: Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Thou know’st ’tis common; all that live must die, Passing through nature to eternity. Hamlet: Ay, madam, it is common. Gertrude: If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee?
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