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I find thee apt;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear.
`Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
A serpent stung me. So the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abus'd. But know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.
You 'gave out' that you explained the references in Science fiction. But I would not have taken the trouble to ask you for the references, if they were there - and adequately explained. Stop wasting everyone's time. --Ed Poor Talk 13:13, 2 December 2008 (EST)
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