Give me that man who is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him in my heart’s core, aye, in my heart of hearts, as I do thee.” Hamlet
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plastering art, is not more ugly to the thing that helps it than is my deed to my most painted word. O heavy burden. Claudius
“It shall do well. But yet I do believe the origin and commencement of his grief sprung from neglected love. How now Ophelia? You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said, we heard it all.” Polonius
“I have in quick determination thus set it down: he shall with speed to England for the demand of our neglected tribute.” Claudius
“Suit the action to the word, the word to the action: with this special observance, that you overstep not the modesty of nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold a mirror up to nature Hamlet
“O speak to me no more! These words like daggers enter in mine ears. No more sweet Hamlet!” Gertrude
“And I of ladies most deject and wretched, that sucked the honey or his music vows, now see that noble and most sovereign reason, like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.” Ophelia
“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below; words without thoughts never to heaven go.” Claudius
“But long it could not be till that her garments, heavy with their drink, pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay to muddy death.” Gertrude
“In his lawless fit, behind the arras hearing something stir, whips out his rapier, cries ‘a rat, a rat!’ and in this brainish apprehension kills the unseen good old man.” Gertrude
“By letters congruing to that effect, the present death of Hamlet. Do it England; for like the hectic in my blood he rages, and thou must cure me. Till I know ’tis done, howe’er my haps, my joy were ne’er begun. Claudius
“We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name. To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole a ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.” Captain
“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance. Pray you love, remember. And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.” Ophelia
“And so have I a noble father lost, a sister driven into desperate terms, whose worth, if praises may go back again, stood challenger on mount of all the age for her perfections. But my revenge will come.” Laertes
“Here thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane. Drink off this potion! Is thy union here? Follow my mother.” Hamlet

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