Hamlet Important Quote ID’s

So excellent a king, that was to thisHyperion to a satyr. So loving to my mother that he might not beteem the winds of heaven visit her face too roughly.—Heaven and earth, must I remember? Why, she would hang on him as if increase of appetite had grown by what it fed on. Hamlet. Act 1. Scene 2. Compares his father to Claudius.
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be a couch for luxury and damned incest. But, howsoever thou pursuest this act, taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive against thy mother aught; leaver her to heaven and to those thorns that in her bosom large. To prick and sting her. Ghost of King Hamlet. Act 1. Scene 5. Ghost warns Hamlet to not be mean to his mother because God will punish her.
Seems, madam! Nay it is; I know not “seems.” ‘Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, nor customary suits of solemn black… but I have that within which passeth show; these but the trappings and the suits of woe. Hamlet. Act 1. Scene 2. Explaining to his mother that his sadness is very authentic.
Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin’s fee; and for my soul, what can it do to that, being a thing immortal as itself? It waves me forth again, I’ll follow it. Hamlet. Act 1. Scene 4. Hamlet wondering why someone would be afraid of his father’s ghost.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, but not expressed in fancy; rich; not gaudy; for the apparel oft proclaims the man. Polonious to Laertes. Act 1.
To thine own self be true. Polonious to Laertes. Act 1.
Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, he hath not failed to pester us with message importing the surrender of those lands lost by his father, with all bonds of law, to our most valiant brother. REFER to Fortinbras.
Do you believe his “tenders” as you call them? … Do not believe his vows, for they are brokers, not of that dye which their investments show. Polonious to Ophelia. Act 1.
O, most wicked speed, to post with such dexterity to incestuous sheets! Hamlet to Gertrude. Act 1.
Nor the dejected havior of the visage Hamlet. Act 1.
But, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do, show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, whiles like a puffed and reckless libertine, himself the primrose path of dalliance treads. Ophelia to her brother. Act 1.
These blazes, daughter, giving more light than hear, extinct in both even in their promise as it is a-making, you must not take it for fire. Polonious to Ophelia. Act 1.
At last, a little shaking of mine arm, and thrice his had thus waving up and down, he raised a sigh so piteous and profound as it did seem to shatter all his bulk and end his being. Ophelia to Hamlet. Act 1.
I could be bounded in nutshell and count myself king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams Hamlet. Act 2.
The play’s the thing wherin I’ll catch the conscience of the king. Hamlet about Claudius. Act 2.
I have of late… lost all my mirth… and indeed, it goes 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 vapors. Hamlet. Act 2.
Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, but in a fiction, in a dream of passion, could force his soul so to his own conceit that from her working all his visage wanned, tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, a broken voice, and his whole function suiting with forms to his conceit? And all for nothing Hamlet about the play. Act 2.
Hum, I have heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play have, by the very cunning of the scene, been struck so to the soul that presently they have proclaimed their malefactions; for murder, thought it have no tongue, will speak with most miraculous organ. Hamelt about Claudius. Act 2.
If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee a plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. Farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Hamlet to Ophelia. Act 3.
O, what a rash and bloody deed this is! Gertrude about Hamlet. Act 3.
Oh, ’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. Claudius about his past actions. Act 3.
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. And there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak? ‘Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me. Hamlet regarding people trying to figure out the cause of his madness. Act 3.
‘Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes outContagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood and do such bitter business as the bitter day would quake to look on. Soft, now to my mother.— O heart, lose not thy nature, let not ever the soul of Nero enter this firm bosom. Let me be cruel, not unnatural. I will speak daggers to her but use none.My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites. How in my words somever she be shent, to give them seals never, my soul, consent! Hamlet speaking about himself. Act 3.
Rightly to be great is not to stir without great argument, but greatly to find quarrel in a straw when honor’s at the stake. Hamlet. Eggshell soliloquy. Act 4.

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