Hamlet vocabulary

by procuring his majesty a soft cataplasm of warm flesh, he would open for himself an honestly fertile door; and indeed, those who know the character of the good king and his court, can decide if he deceived himself.

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And for that purpose I'll anoint my sword.

  I bought an unction of a mountebank,

  So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,

  Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,

  Collected from all simples that have virtue

  Under the moon, can save the thing from death

  This is but scratch'd withal. I'll touch my point

  With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,

  It may be death.