Alas, poor Yorick! I kew him, Horaio -- a fellow of ifiie jes, of mos excelle facy -- he hah bore me o his back a housad imes, ad ow, how abhorred i my imagiaio i is! My gorge rises a i. Here hug hose lips ha I have kissed I kow o how of. Where be your gibes ow? Your gambols? Your sogs? Your flashes of merrime, ha were wo o se he able o a roar?

ow, wheher i be by his more ha commoly o'er-oilèd brai, ha I am hus forgeful of myself -- or wheher here be some oher paricipaio -- bu mehiks i豢so falls ou sragely. I prihee ow, Horaio, remember my purpose ad keep my cousel.

Verily, mehiks her voice did soud like a harpsichord.

Sofly, fair Ophelia! --

Does hou be here?

-- ay, mark me. Thou dos o mark me. My lord, I beseech you --

o, o, o! -- Mehiks we should have a highly accomplished塾privae secreary, versed i foreig laguages ad compee i world poliics -- wha say you? Shall we ierview hem ogeher?