Hamlet Quote Test

B: Who’s there?F: Nay, Answer me. Stop and unfold yourself. Barnardo to FranciscoFirst lines in play, the guards of the palace change at night. Camaraderie and friendship as the talk of the ghost starts.
O, that this too, too sullied flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter! O God, God, How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Hamlet (soliloquy)This is Hamlet’s first soliloquy, he is telling the audience of his misfortune. Here, he is discussing how hopeless he feels, almost a sense of detachment to reality. Hamlet is explaining how nothing matters to him and how he wishes that suicide was not forbidden by the church. He is in a place of desperation.Rewrite: if only my skin would melt away to nothingness, or that God had not prohibited suicide! God, God, how pointless, boring, and unprofitable does the world seem to me!
My father’s spirit – in arms! All is not well. I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come! Till then, sit still my soul. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s eyes. Hamlet (soliloquy)My father’s ghost—armed! Something’s wrong. I suspect some foul play. I wish the night were here already! Until then, I have to remain calm. Bad deeds will be revealed, no matter how people try to hide them.After ghost appears while hamalet horatio marcellus and barnardo are on guard and everyone leaves but hamlet
Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy (rich, not gaudy), For the apparel oft proclaims the man… This above all: to thine own self be true… Polonius to Laertesbefore laertes goes to france
Do not believe his vows, for they are brokers, Not of that dye which their investments show, But mere implorators of unholy suits, Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds The better to beguile. Polonius to OpheliaOphelia, don’t believe his love vows, since they’re like flashy pimps who wear nice clothes to lead a woman into filthy acts. Beginning of act 1, Polonius convincing Ophelia to end things w Hamlet
What a piece of work is man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable; in action how likean angel, in apprehension how like a god: thebeauty of the world, the paragon of animals—andyet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me… Hamlet to Rosencrantz”What a perfect invention a human is, how noble in his capacity to reason, how unlimited in thinking, how admirable in his shape and movement, how angelic in action, how godlike in understanding! There’s nothing more beautiful. We surpass all other animals. And yet to me, what are we but dust? Men don’t interest me.”
What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appall the free, Confound the ignorant and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, A dull and muddy-meddled rascal, peak Like a John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing— Hamlet (Soliloquy)What is Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he would weep for her? Just imagine what he would do if he had the cause for feeling that I do. He would drown the stage with his tears and burst the audience’s ears with his terrible words, drive the guilty spectators crazy, terrify the innocent ones, confuse the ignorant ones, and astound absolutely everyone’s eyes and ears. But what do I, a grim and uncourageous rascal, do? Mope around like a dreamer, not even bothering with plans for revenge, and I can say nothing—nothing at allBefore play that hamlet puts on to sus out claudius
O, ’tis too true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience. The harlot’s check beautied with plast’ring art Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word. O heavy burden! Claudius (aside)Right before to be or not be– Claudius is feeling guilty about killing king hamlet
To be or not to be– that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And, by opposing, end them… … who would fardels bear,To grunt and sweat under a weary life,But that the dread of something after death,The undiscovered country from whose bournNo traveler returns, puzzles the willAnd makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of? Hamlet (soliloquy)The question is: is it better to be alive or dead? Is it nobler to put up with all the nasty things that luck throws your way, or to fight against all those troubles by simply putting an end to them once and for all? Dying, sleeping—that’s all dying is—a sleep that ends all the heartache and shocks that life on earth gives us—that’s an achievement to wish for. To die, to sleep—to sleep, maybe to dream. Ah, but there’s the catch: in death’s sleep who knows what kind of dreams might come, after we’ve put the noise and commotion of life behind us. That’s certainly something to worry about. That’s the consideration that makes us stretch out our sufferings so long.
Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent hon-est, but yet I could accuse me of such things that itwere better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more of-fences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawlingbetween earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Hamlet to OpheliaGet yourself to a convent at once. Why would you want to give birth to more sinners? I’m fairly good myself, but even so I could accuse myself of such horrible crimes that it would’ve been better if my mother had never given birth to me and I am arrogant, vengeful, ambitious, with more ill will in me than I can fit into my thoughts, and more than I have time to carry it out in. Why should people like me be crawling around between earth and heaven? Every one of us is a criminal. Don’t believe any of us. Hurry to a convent. Where’s your father?After to be or not be
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o’erstep not the modesty of nature. For anything so o’erdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is to hold, as ’twere, the mirror up tonature, to show virtue her own feature, scorn herown image, and the very age and body of the timehis form and pressure. Hamlet to First Player
‘Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself (breathes) outContagion to this world. Now could I drink hot bloodAnd do such (bitter) business as the 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 (soliloquy)Before closet scene with gertrude where hamlet confronts her
O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven;It hath the primal eldest curse upon ‘t,A brother’s murder. 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 beginAnd both neglect. What if this cursèd handWere thicker than itself with brother’s blood?Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavensTo wash it white as snow? Claudius (soliloquy)Claudius feels very guilty about killing his brother.Right before hamlet contemplates killing claudius while he prays
Now might I do it pat, now ‘a is a-praying;And now I’ll do’t. And so he goes to heaven,And so am I revenged. That would be scanned:A villain kills my father, and for that,I, his sole son, do this same villain sendTo heaven.Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge.He took my father grossly, full of bread,With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?But in our circumstance and course of thought’Tis heavy with him. And am I then revenged,To take him in the purging of his soul,When he is fit and season’d for his passage?No.Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent:When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,Or in th’ incestuous pleasure of his bed,At game a-swearing, or about some actThat has no relish of salvation in’t—Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,And that his soul may be as damn’d and blackAs hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays,This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. Hamlet (soliloquy)Hamlet plans to kill claudius in the church
Ecstasy? My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have uttered. Bring me to the test, And I the matter will reword, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul That not your trespass but my madness speaks.It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven, Repent what’s past, avoid what is to come, And do not spread the compost on the weeds To make them ranker. Hamlet to Gertrude “Madness? My heart beats just as evenly as yours does. There’s nothing crazy in what I’ve just uttered. Put me to the test. I’ll rephrase everything I’ve just said, which a lunatic couldn’t do. Mother, for the love of God, don’t flatter yourself into believing that it’s my madness, not your crime, that’s the problem. You’d just be concealing the rot that’s eating you from the inside. Confess your sins to heaven. Repent and avoid damnation. Don’t spread manure over the weeds in your heart; it’ll only make them more filthy.”Hamlet is talking to gertrude in the closet scene before he kills polonius
O Hamlet, speak no more!Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul,And there I see such black and grainèd spotsAs will not leave their tinct. Gertrude to Hamlet Hamlet stop you’re making me look into my soul and its so dark I hate it.During the closet scene after hamlet went off on gertrude for marrying claudius
I have sent to seek him and to find the body.How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!Yet must not we put the strong law on him.He’s loved of the distracted multitude,Who like not in their judgement, but their eyes;And, where ’tis so, th’ offender’s scrouge is weighed,But never the offense. To bear all smooth and even,This sudden sending him away must seemDeliberate pause. Diseases desperate grownBy desperate appliance are relievedOr not at all. Claudius to his attendants Claudius explains his decision to send hamlet to england and expresses jealousy at hamlets popularity
How all occasions do inform against meAnd spur my dull revenge! What is a manIf his good chief and market of his timeBe but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more. Sure He that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after gave us notThat capability and godlike reasonTo fust in us unused… … I do not knowWhy yet I live to say ‘This thing’s to do,’Sith I have cause, and strength, and will, and meansTo do’t. Examples gross as earth exhort me:Witness this army of such mass and charge,Led by a delicate and tender prince…O, from this time forthMy thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth! Hamlet (soliloquy)Hamlet is inspired by the millitary’s willingness to fight over such a small tract of land, it gives him courage to finally take revenge, god made him for a reason.My God! Everything I see shows me how wrong I am and tells me to hurry up and get on with my revenge. What is a human being if he just eats and sleeps? Nothing more than a beast. God didn’t create us with such a huge power of thought and a divine capacity for reason in order for us not to use them. Now, whether it’s animal-like mindlessness, or the cowardly hesitation
“How came he dead? I’ll not be juggled with. To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation. To this point I stand That both the worlds I give to negligence. Let come what comes, only I’ll be revenged Most thoroughly for my father.” Laertes to claudius Laertes is experiencing the shock of his father’s death and vowing to avenge him
Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day,All in the morning betime,And I a maid at your window,To be your Valentine.Then up he rose, and donned his clothes,And dupped the chamber door.Let in the maid that out a maidNever departed more…By Gis and by Saint Charity,Alack, and fie, for shame!Young men will do ‘t, if they come to ‘t.By Cock, they are to blame.Quoth she, “Before you tumbled me,You promised me to wed.”He answers, “So would I ha’ done, by yonder sun, An thou hadst not come to my bed.” Ophelia to Claudius when he questions her health, Ophelia is telling about how she banged hamlet ^this is lewd who wrote this
Not that I think you did not love your fatherBut that I know love is begun by time,And that I see, in passages of proof,Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.There lives within the very flame of loveA kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.And nothing is at a like goodness still.For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,Dies in his own too-much. That we would do,We should do when we would, for this “would” changesAnd hath abatements and delays as manyAs there are tongues, are hands, are accidents.And then this “should” is like a spendthrift sighThat hurts by easing.—But to the quick of th’ ulcer:Hamlet comes back. What would you undertakeTo show yourself in deed your father’s sonMore than in words? Claudius to Laertes Claudius is baiting laertes into a duel with hamlet to prove laertes really loved daddio.
Her obsequies have been as far enlargedAs we have warranty. Her death was doubtful,And, but that great command o’ersways the order,She should in ground unsanctified have lodgedTill the last trumpet. For charitable prayersShards, flints and pebbles should be thrown on her.Yet here she is allowed her virgin crants,Her maiden strewments, and the bringing homeOf bell and burial. Priest to LaertesOphelia’s death was very sus, and the priest believes she got more honors than she deserved
But I am very sorry, good HoratioThat to Laertes I forgot myself,For by the image of my cause I seeThe portraiture of his. I’ll court his favors. Hamlet to HoratioHamlet feels guilty for attacking Laertes because they are so similar.
There is 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 benow; if it be not now, yet it will come. Thereadiness is all. Since no man of aught he leaves knows, what is ‘t to leave betimes? Let be. Hamlet to horatioParaphrasing:I will not do it. I defy superstition. The presence of God is even in the death of a sparrow. Everything will work out how it is meant to. If something is supposed to happen now, it will happen now. If something is supposed to happen later, it will happen then. It is most important to be prepared. No one can know what they are going to leave behind when they die, why would anyone die early? Let it be.Analysis: This line can be seen as Hamlet beginning to accept his fate and let go of the idea of suicide, especially in the last line. This shift in rhetoric from “to be or not to be” to “let it be” is very significant for the way Hamlet views his actions and their consequences.
Let four captainsBear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage,For he was likely, had he been put on,To have proved most royally. And, for his passage, The soldiers’ music and the rites of warSpeak loudly for him.Take up the bodies. Such a sight as thisBecomes the field, but here shows much amiss.Go, bid the soldiers shoot. Fortinbras to captains and horatioEulogizing hamlet- end of the play. Here Fortinbras has just taken over the palace and is given the crown in the aftermath of Hamlet’s death. Fortinbras gives Hamlet a proper funeral, a regal good bye, unlike any of the other funerals in the play. Rewrite: Four captains will treat Hamlet like the royal soldier he would have become. For his funeral, soldiers’ music will play loudly in his honor. Clean up the bodies here. These sights are like visions of war. Go, give the soldiers their orders.

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