Hamlet Acts 3-5

Claudius “O, ’tis too true! 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!” Act III, Scene i
Claudius “Love! his affections do not that way tend; Nor what he spake, though it lack’d form a little, Was not like madness. There’s something in his soul, O’er which his melancholy sits on brood; And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose Will be some danger…” Act III, Scene i
Claudius “Pray can I not Though inclination be as sharp as will My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent And like a man to double business bound I stand in pause where I shall first begin And both neglect.” Act III, Scene iii
Claudius “My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn? ‘Forgive me my foul murder’? That cannot be; since I am still possess’d Of those effects for which I did the murder, My crown, mine own ambition and my queen. May one be pardon’d and retain the offence?” Act III, Scene iii
Claudius “There’s such divinity doth hedge a king That treason can but peep to what it would Acts little of his will.” Act IV, Scene v
Claudius “We’ll make a solemn wager on your cunnings: I ha’t. When in your motion you are hot and dry-As make your bouts more violent to that end-And that he calls for drink, I’ll have prepared him A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping, If he by chance escape your venom’d stuck, Our purpose may hold there.” Act IV, scene vii
Claudius “It is the poison’d cup: it is too late.” Act V, scene ii
Gertrude “I shall obey you. And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet’s wildness: so shall I hope your virtues Will bring him to his wonted way again, To both your honours.” Act III, Scene i
Gertrude “The lady protests too much, methinks.” Act III, Scene ii
Gertrude “O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct. O’ speak to me no more; these words like daggers, enter in mine ears; no more, sweet Hamlet!” Act III, Scene iii
Gertrude “One woe doth tread upon another’s heel, So fast they follow; your sister’s drown’d, Laertes.” Act IV, scene vii
Gertrude “No, no, the drink, the drink,–O my dear Hamlet,-The drink, the drink! I am poison’d.” Act V, scene ii
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, quite, quite down!” Act III, Scene i
Ophelia “There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts. There’s fennel for you, and columbines: there’s rue for you; and here’s some for me … o, you must wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy: I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died: they say he made a good end …” Act IV, Scene v
Polonius “Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,-‘Tis too much proved–that with devotion’s visage And pious action we do sugar o’er The devil himself.” Act III, Scene i
Polonius “O, I am slain!” Act III, Scene iii
Laertes “Let this be so; His means of death, his obscure funeral-No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o’er his bones, No noble rite nor formal ostentation-Cry to be heard, as ’twere from heaven to earth, That I must call’t in question.” Act IV, scene v
Laertes “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.” Act IV, scene vii
Laertes “He is justly served; It is a poison temper’d by himself. Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: Mine and my father’s death come not upon thee, Nor thine on me.” Act V, scene ii
Horatio “Good night, sweet prince: and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!” Act V, Scene ii
Horatio “And let me speak to the yet unknowing world How these things came about: so shall you hear Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts, Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters, Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause, And, in this upshot, purposes mistook Fall’n on the inventors’ reads: all this can I Truly deliver.” Act V, scene ii
Fortinbras “Take up the bodies: such a sight as this Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.” Act V, Scene ii

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