Hamlet

by: William Shakespeare

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LAERTES
    Let this be so.
His means of death, his obscure funeral—
175No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
No noble rite nor formal ostentation—
Cry to be heard as ’twere from heaven to earth,
That I must call ’t in question.
LAERTES
All right, then. The way he died, his secret funeral, no funeral rites or military display, no noble rites or formal ceremony—shout out from heaven and earth that I must call the way he died into question.
CLAUDIUS
    So you shall.
And where the offense is, let the great ax fall.
180I pray you, go with me.
CLAUDIUS
And you’re right to do so. May the guilty party be punished by death. Please, come with me.
Exeunt
They exit.