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is justice?
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[Indistinct Shout]
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Excuse me, sir. Sir.
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- Is it true you're giving educational classes?
- Mm-hmm.
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We'd like to help teach.
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Well, what's your story?
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Roger Primrose,
trained in the fine arts.
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Lieutenant Foxworth here
used to teach Shakespeare at Cambridge.
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I'm his platoon sergeant.
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Poor blighter's at a loss
without his books and the Bard.
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I figure if I can
keep him busy long enough,
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he won't end up killing himself.
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I'm... not joking, sir.
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Well, unfortunately,
we don't have any Shakespeare.
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To die, to sleep...
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no more...
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and by a sleep to say
we end the heartache...
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and the thousand natural shocks
that fesh is heir to.
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'Tis a consummation
devoutly to be wished.
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To die, to sleep...
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to sleep,
perchance to dream.
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Ay, there's the rub,
for in that sleep of death...
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what dreams may come
when we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
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must give us pause.
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There's the respect
that makes calamity of so long life.
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For who would bear the whips
and scorns of time.
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Th'oppressor's wrong,
the proud man's contumely,
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the pangs of despised love,