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Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops[129:2] of steel.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
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Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honoured in the breach than the observance.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou comest in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
[131]Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws
To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous,[131:1] and we fools of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I 'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
I am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,[131:2]
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part
And each particular hair to stand an end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:[131:3]
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That roots itself[131:4] in ease on Lethe wharf.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
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O my prophetic soul!
My uncle!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Leave her to heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
While memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Within the book and volume of my brain.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,—meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain:
At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmark.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Ham. There 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he 's an arrant knave.
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Every man has business and desire,
Such as it is.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Art thou there, truepenny?
Come on—you hear this fellow in the cellarage.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
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O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,
A savageness in unreclaimed blood.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Brevity is the soul of wit.[133:1]
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
More matter, with less art.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity;
And pity 't is 't is true.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Find out the cause of this effect,
Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
To be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Still harping on my daughter.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Pol. What do you read, my lord?
Ham. Words, words, words.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
They have a plentiful lack of wit.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
On fortune's cap we are not the very button.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
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There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
A dream itself is but a shadow.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god!
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Man delights not me: no, nor woman neither.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
There is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
One fair daughter and no more,
The which he loved passing well.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Come, give us a taste of your quality.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The play, I remember, pleased not the million; 't was caviare to the general.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
They are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her?
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
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Unpack my heart with words,
And fall a-cursing, like a very drab.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.[135:1]
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Abuses me to damn me.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The play 's the thing
Wherein I 'll catch the conscience of the king.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
With devotion's visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,—'t is a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there 's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there 's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
[136]With a bare bodkin? who would fardels[136:1] bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I am myself indifferent honest.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I have heard of your
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