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Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not "seems."
Hamlet to Gertrude
"It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time."
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Marcellus to Horatio
"O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!"
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Hamlet, in a soliloquy
"A little more than kin, and less than kind."

Hamlet, to himself
"Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables."
Hamlet to Horatio
And for the day confined to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged 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:
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. - List, list, O, list!"
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Ghost to Hamlet
"More matter, with less art."

Gertrude to Polonius
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Hamlet to Rosencratz
"Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief: your noble son is bad."

Polonius to Claudius
This above all — to thine ownself be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Polonius to Laertes
Neither a borrower nor a lender be:
For loan oft loses both itself and friend.
Polonius to Laertes
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Marcellus to Horatio
"Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder."
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Ghost to Hamlet
"The apparel oft proclaims the man."

Polonius to Laertes
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads.
And recks not his own rede.
Ophelia to Laertes
"Though this be madness, yet there is method in't."

Polonius, in an aside
"It goes so heavily with my disposition that 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! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though, by your smiling, you seem to say so."
Hamlet to R&G
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

Hamlet to Horatio
I am but mad north-west- when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw
Hamlet to R&G
With devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself.
Polonius to Claudius
"Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind."
Ophelia to Hamlet
"O, woe is me,
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!"
Ophelia
"O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword;
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers!"
Ophelia
"Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee."
Hamlet to Horatio
"Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go."
Hamlet to Ophelia
Dead as a ducat, dead!
Hamlet to Gertrude
The lady protests too much, methinks.
Gertrude to Hamlet
"What! frighted with false fire?"

Hamlet to Ophelia
You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass."

Hamlet to Guildenstern
"'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood.
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on."
Hamlet Soliloquy
Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she willfully seeks her own salvation?
Gravedigger to other gravedigger
"O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven."

Claudius to himself
"Speak no more;
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul"

Gertrude to Hamlet
"A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm."

Hamlet to Claudius
"How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff,
And his sandal shoon."

Ophelia to Gertrude
"When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions."
Claudius to Gertrude
"There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts."

Ophelia to Laertes
"There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes..."
Gertrude to Laertes and Claudius
"Lay her i' the earth;
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring!"
Laertes to Doctor
"My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go."

Claudius to himself
"I loved Ophelia: Forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum."

Hamlet to Gertrude
"The rest is silence."
Hamlet to Horatio
'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do. Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself? 
Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile? 
I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine? To outface me with leaping in her grave? 
Be buried quick with her, and so will I: 
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, 
Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, 
I'll rant as well as thou.
Hamlet to Gertrude
‘Tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petard
Hamlet to Gertrude
"Let four captains
Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have proved most royally."
Fortinbras to Horatio
"Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!"

Horatio to Hamlet
"Rosencrantz and Guilderstern are dead."

Ambassador to Horatio
"I have shot mine arrow o'er the house,
And hurt my brother."

Hamlet to Laertes
"I am justly killed with my own treachery."

Laertes to Hamlet
"If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story."
Hamlet to Horatio
Being thus be-netted round with villanies— 
Or I could make a prologue to my brains, They had begun the play—I sat me down, 
Devised a new commission, wrote it fair: 
 I once did hold it, as our statists do, 
 A baseness to write fair and labour'd much 
How to forget that learning, but, sir, now 
 It did me yeoman's service: wilt thou know 
The effect of what I wrote?
Hamlet to Horatio
Give me your pardon, sir: I've done you wrong; 
 But pardon't, as you are a gentleman. 
This presence knows, 
 And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd 
With a sore distraction. What I have done, 
That might your nature, honour and exception 
Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
Hamlet to Laertes
This visitation is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose
Ghost to Hamlet
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell. I took thee for thy better. Take thy fortune. Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
Hamlet to Polonius
Yet I, a dull and muddy-metted rascal, peak like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, and can say nothing- no, not for a king, upon whose property and most dear life a damned defeat was made. Am I a coward?
Hamlet in a soliloquy
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be a couch for luxury and damned incest.
Ghost to Hamlet
One may smile, and be a villain
Hamlet
Look you sir, inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris, and how, and who, what means, and where they keep what company at what expense; and finding by this encompassment and drift of question that they do know my son, come you more nearer than your particular demands will touch it. take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him, as thus: "I know his father and his friends, and, in part, him."
Polonius to Reynaldo
This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property fordoes itself.
Polonius to Ophelia
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows
Polonius to Ophelia
Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are
wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab you could go backward.
Hamlet to Polonius
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you: and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak.
Hamlet to R&G
Love? His affections do not that way tend. Nor what he spake, though it lacked form a little, was not like madness.
Claudius to Polonius
Well my lord, if he steal aught the whilst this play is playing, and 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft.
Horatio to Hamlet
So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a great man's
memory may outlive his life half a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches, then; or else shall he suffer
not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is "For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot."
Hamlet to Ophelia
I like him not, nor stands it safe with us to let his madness range. Therefore prepare you. I your commission will forthwirth dispatch, and he to England shall along with you the terms of our estate may not endure hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow out of his lunacies.
Claudius to Rosencratz and Guildenstern
Now might I do it pat. Now he is a-praying. And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven. And so I am revenged.-That would be scanned.
Hamlet soliloquy
You go not till I set you up a glass where you may see the inmost part of you.
Hamlet to Gertrude
And let me wring your heart. For so I shall if it be made of penetrable stuff, if damned custom have not brassed it so that it is proof and bulwark against sense.
Hamlet to Gertrude
Such an act that blurs the grace and blush of modesty, calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose from the fair forehead of an innocent love and sets blisters there, makes marriage vows as false as dicers' oaths
Hamlet to Gertrude
And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught-as my great power thereof may give thee sense, since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red after the Danish sword adn thy free awe pays homage to us -
Claudius, soliloquy?
How all occasions do inform against me, and spur my dull revenge!
Hamlet soliloquy
I see the imminent death of twenty thousand men, that for a fantasy and trick of fame go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot whereon the numbers cannot try the cause.
Hamlet soliloquy
To thine own peace. If he be now returned, as checking at his voyage, and that he means no more to undertake it, I will work him to an exploit, now ripe in my devise, under the which he shall not choose but fall. And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe, but even his mother shall uncharge the practice and call it accident.
Claudius to Laertes
I will do't. And for that purpose I'll annoint my sword. I bought an unction of a mountebank, so mortal that, but dip a knife in it, whre it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,collected from all simples that have virtue under the moon, can save the thing from death that is but scratched withdrawal.
Laertes to Claudius
Does it not, think thee, stand me now upon-he that hath killed my king and whored my mother, popped in between th' election and my hopes, thrown out his angle for my proper life-is't not perfect conscience to quit him with this arm? And is't not to be damned to let this canker of our nature come in further evil?
Hamlet to Horatio
Hamlet is of the faction that is wronged;
His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
Hamlet to Laertes
The head is not more native to the heart
Claudius to Laertes
That it should come to this!
Hamlet Soliloquy
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and
admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like
a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet,
to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me—
nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Hamlet to Rosencrantz
In my mind's eye
Hamlet to Horatio
And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
Polonius to Laertes
This bodes some strange eruption to our state
Horatio to Marcellus
Be you and I behind an arras then
Polonius to Claudius
I do not set my life at a pin's fee
Hamlet to Horatio
It lifted up its head and did address
Itself to motion , like as it would speak;
But even then the morning cock crew loud,And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,And vanish'd from our sight .
Horatio to Hamlet
I am too much i' the sun
Hamlet to Claudius
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world
Hamlet soliloquy
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
Hamlet soliloquy
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger
Horatio to Hamlet
For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favours,Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood;A violet in the youth of primy nature,Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,The perfume and suppliance of a minute —No more.
Laertes to Ophelia
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Polonius to Laertes
But to my mind, — though I am native hereAnd to the manner born, — it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
Hamlet to Horatio
How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself —
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on.
Hamlet to Horatio
That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity; And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure;But farewell it, for I will use no art.
Polonius to Gertrude
Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?
Hamlet to Polonius
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd 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 With a bare bodkin?
Hamlet Soliloquy
Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! — Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd.
Hamlet to Ophelia
What if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, —
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
Claudius to himself
I must be cruel, only to be kind:
Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.
Hamlet to Gertrude
Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me.
Gertrude to Hamlet
So, haply, slander —
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, As level as the cannon to his blank, Transports his poisoned shot — may miss our name
And hit the woundless air. — O, come away! My soul is full of discord and dismay.
Claudius to Gertrude
O! from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Hamlet soliloquy
I'm lost in it, my lord. But let him come; It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, 'Thus didest thou.
Laertes to Claudius
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
Laerties to Claudius
Hear you sir; What is the reason that you use me thus? I lov'd you ever: but it is no matter.
Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
Hamlet to Laertes
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
Hamlet to Horatio
We defy augury; there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.
Hamlet to Horatio
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
Fortinbras to Horatio
"Our wills and fates do so contrary run
That our devices still are overthrown;
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own."
Player King to Player Queen
Tis in my memory locked, and you yourself shall keep the key of it.
Ophelia to Laertes
Tender yourself more dearly, or-not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, running it thus-you'll tender me a fool.
Polonius to Ophelia