Ham.
My fate cries out
And makes each petty artire in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion‘s nerve.
Still am I call‘d. Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I‘ll make a ghost of him that lets me.
I say away. Go on, I‘ll follow thee. - P214


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