lf-slaughter": "O God! God! / How weary, stale, flat and un profitable, / Seem to me all the uses of this world!" (I.ii). Later, again and again he argues with himself between revenge and his soul. He is also upset that the whole universe is against him: "The time is out of joint. O cursed spite, / That ever I was born to
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