(1.1) Whos There? Nay, answer me
(1.1) Has this thing appeared again tonight?
(1.1) Thou art a scholar; speak to it Horatio…Question it Horatio
(1.1) It was about to speak when the cock crew
(1.2) With mirth in funeral and dirth in marriage
(1.2) our sometime sister now our queen
(1.2) We have writ to Norway, uncle of Young Fortinbras
(1.2) What wouldst thou beg Laertes… Whta wouldst thou have Laertes?
(1.2) A little more than kin and less than kind
(1.2) How is it that the clouds still hang on you
(1.2) Cast nighted colour off. And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark
(1.2) Your father lost a father that father lost, lost his
(1.2) Tis unmanly grief. It shows a will most incorrect to heaven
(1.2) We beseech you bend you to remain
(1.2) O that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw, resolve itself into dew
(1.2) How weary, flat stale and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world
(1.2) Things rank and gross possess it merely
(1.2) But two months dead – nay, not so much, not two
(1.2) Frailty, thy name is woman!
(1.2) I came to see your father’s funeral I think it was to see my mother’s wedding
(1.2) The apparition comes I knew your father; these hands are not more like
(1.2) My father’s spirit in arms! All is not well
(1.3) The virtue of his will: but you must fear it
(1.3) Fear it, Ophelia fear it my dear sister
(1.3) do not…show me the steep and thorny way to heaven… Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads
(1.3) This above all else – To thine own self be true
(1.3) Pooh! You speak like a green girl
(1.3) I do not know, my lord what I should think
(1.3) I would not…from this time forth Have you so slander any moment leisure as to give words or talk with Lord Hamlet
(1.4) Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
(1.5) If thou didst ever thy dear father love…revenge his foul and most unnatural murder
(1.5) The serpent that did sting thy father’s life now wears his crown
(1.5) Nor let thy soul contrive against thy mother aught leave her to heaven
(1.5) O villain, villain smiling, damned villain
(1.5) I, perchance, herafter shall think meet to put an antic dispostion on
(1.5) The time is out of joint
(2.1) Drinking, fencing swearing quarrelling, drabbing: – you may go as far
(2.1) I saw him enter such a house of sale videlict, a brothel, – or so forth
(2.1) Lord Hamlet, – with his doublet all unbrac’d: ….his stockings faul’d, ungartr’red…pale as his shirt
(2.1) As you did command, I did repel his letters and denied his access to me
(2.2) I hold my duty as I hold my soul
(2.2) I doubt it is no other but the main – His father’s death and our o’erhasty marriage
(2.2) I will be brief – your noble son is mad
(2.2) I’ll loose my daughter to him
(2.2) Though this be madness yet there is a method in’t
(2.2) Denmark’s a prison then is the world one…denmark being one o’ the worst
(2.2) O what a rogue and peasant slave I am
(2.2) What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
(2,2) bloody, bawdy remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain
(2.2) The spirit that I have seen may be the devil
(2.2) The play’s the thing wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King
(3.1) But with much forcing of his disposition…most free in his reply
(3.1) To be or not to be – that is the question
(3.1) Thus conscience does make cowards of us all
(3.1) I have remembrances of yours that I have longed to re-deliver
(3.1) No not I I never gave you aught
(3.1) I did love you once Indeed my lord you made me believe so
(3.1) Get thee to a nunnery… go thy ways to a nunnery
(3.1) Wheres your father? At home my lord
(3.1) if thou wilt needs marry marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them
(3.1) god hath given you one face and you make yourselves another
(3.1) Love! His affections do not that way tend
(3.1) What he spake though it lack’d form a little was not like madness
(3.1) How now Ophelia you need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said we heard it all
(3.1) Madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go
(3.2) observe mine uncle if his occulted guilt do not itself unkennel in one speech It is a damned ghost we have seen
(3.2) Come hither, my dear Hamlet! sit by me No, good mother, here’s metal more attractive
(3.2) Tis brief my lord A woman’s love
(3.2) Madam how do you like this play The lady protests too much, methinks
(3.2) The king rises give me some light: – away
(3.2) you would play upon me… do you think i am easier played on than a pipe?
(3.2) i will speak daggers to her, but use none
(3.3) My lord he’s going to his mother’s closet Behind the arras I’ll convey mysef
(3.3) O my offence is rank it smells to heaven…a brother’s murder
(3.3) What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother’s blood
(3.3) Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow
(3.3) My crown, mine own ambition, and my Queen May one be pardon’d and retain the offence
(3.3) Now I might do it…A villain kills my father and for that I, his sole son, do this same villain send to heaven
(3.3) When he is drunk asleep…or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed and that his soul may be as damn’d and black as hell, whereto it goes
(3.3) My words fly up, my thoughts remain below words without thought never to heaven go’
(3.4) Hamlet thous hast thy father much offended mother you have my father much offended
(3.4) You are the Queen, your husband’s brother’s wife and – would it were not so! – you are my mother
(3.4) What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me? Help help ho! What, ho! help help help
(3.4) How now? a rat? dead for a ducat. O i am slain
(3.4) A bloody deed – almost as bad good mother as kill a king and marry with his brother’ ‘As kill a king
(3.4) O Hamlet speak no more Thou turn’st mine own eyes into my very soul
(3.4) In the rank enseamed bed stew’d with corruption, honeying and making love over the nasty sty
(3.4) These words like daggers enter in mine ears
(3.4) To whom do you speak? Do you see nothing there? ‘Nothing at all
(3.4) Go not to my uncles bed assume a virtue
(3.4) my two school friends Whom I will trust as I will adders fang’d
(4.1)mad as the Sea and wind
(4.1) hamlet in madness Hath Polonius slain
(4.2) take you me for a sponge my lord Ay sir that soaks up the kings countenance, his rewards, his authrorities
(4.3) where polonius At supper
(4.4) we go to gain A little patch of land that hath no profit but the name
(4.4) the imminent death of twenty thousand men For a fantasy and trick of fame
(4.4) O from this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth
(4.5) they say the owl Was a bakers daughter
(4.5) o thou vile king Give me my father
(4.7) but my revenge Will come
(4.7) to cut his Throat I’ the church
(4.7) Revenge should Have no bounds Laertes
(4.7) fell in the weeping brook Her clothes spread wide, and mermaid like awhile they bore her up
(4.7) too much water Hasn’t thou, poor Ophelia and therefore I forbid my tears
(5.1) is she to be buried in Christian Burial when she wilfully seeks her own salvation
(5.1) if this had not been a gentlewoman She should have been buried out o’ Christian burial
(5.1) he sings At grave making
(5.1) that skull had A tongue in it and could sing once
(5.1) he that is mad And sent into England
(5.1) her death was doubtful Yet here she is allowed her virgin rites
(5.1) I lovd Ophelia; Forty thousand brothers could not with all their quantity of love make up my sum
(5.2) he hath Kill’d my king And whor’d my mother
(5.2) you will lose This wager, my lord
(5.2)if your mind dislike anything, obey it I will forestall their repair higher, and say you are not fit
(5.2) I’lol be your foil Laertes
(5.2) he’s fat And scant of breath
(5.2) Gertrude do not drink I will my lord, I pray you pardon me. It is the poison’d cup; it is too late
(5.2) I am justly killed With mine own treachery
(5.2) the drink the drink I am poison’d
(5.2) thou incestuous Murderous, damned Dane
(5.2) exchange forgiveness With me, noble hamlet
(5.2) if thou didst ever hold me in your heart Tell my story
(5.2) now cracks a noble heart Goodnight sweet prince
(5.2) bear hamlet like a Soldier to the stage

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