Hamlet Quotes

Horatio This bodes some strange eruption to our state
Horatio young Fortinbras, of unimproved mettle, hot and full.
Horatio like a guilty thing
Horatio It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Claudius Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death The memory be green and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe… we with wisest sorrow think on him, Together with remembrance of ourselves.
Claudius our sometime sister, now our Queen, th’imperial jointers of this warlike state…
Hamlet A little more than kin, and less than kind.
Gertrude Thou know’st ’tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
Claudius ’tis unmanly grief;
Hamlet O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Hamlet ‘Tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed, things most rank and gross in nature possess it merely.
Hamlet That it should come to thus: but two months dead – nay not so much, not two – so excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother that he might not better the winds of heaven visit her face too roughly.
Hamlet Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet, within a month Let me not think on’t — Frailty, thy name is woman! —
Hamlet A little month, or e’er those shoes were old with which she followed my poor father’s body, like Niobe, all tears, why she – O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason would have mourned longer – married with my uncle…
Hamlet …Married with my uncle, my father’s brother (but no more like my father than I to Hercules). Within a month, ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears had left the flushing in her galled eyes, she married.
Hamlet O most wicked speed! To post with such dexterity to incestuous sheets, it is not, nor cannot come to good; but break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
Laertes For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour, hold it a fashion and a toy in blood
Ophelia Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whiles, like a puff’d and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede.
Polonius Affection? Pooh, you speak like a green girl unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his ‘tenders’ as you call them?
Ophelia I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
Ophelia I shall obey, my lord.
Hamlet Some vicious mole of nature in them
Hamlet Unhand me gentlemen – by heaven I’ll make a ghost of him that lets me! – Go on! I’ll follow thee
Marcellus Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Ghost If thou didst ever thy dear father love – revenge his foul and unnatural murder.
Hamlet Haste me to know’t that I with wings as swift as meditation or the thoughts of love may sweep to my revenge.
Ghost the serpent that did sting thy father’s life now wears his crown.
Ghost That incestuous, that adulterate beast… won to his shameful lust the will of my most seeming-virtuous Queen.
Ghost Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damned incest… nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
Hamlet O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables — meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least I’m sure it may be so in Denmark
Hamlet The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right!
Ophelia Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced, no hat upon his head, his stockings fouled, ungartered and down-gyved to his ankle, pale as a shirt, knees knocking each other, and with a look so piteous in npurport as if he had been loosed out of hell to speak horrors, he comes before me.
Ophelia He took me by the wrist and held me hard, then goes he to the length of all his arm and with his other hand thus o’er his brow he falls to such a perusal of my face as ‘a would draw it. Long stayed he so; at last, a little shaking of mine arm and thrice his head thus waving up and down, he raised a sigh so piteous and profound as it seemed to shatter all his bulk and end his being.
Ophelia As you did command I did repel his letters and denied his access to me.
Polonius reads Hamlet’s letter Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
Polonius Though this be madness, yet there is method in ‘t.
Hamlet Why, then, ’tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.
Hamlet what piece of work is a man… how like a god; the beauty of the world; the paragon of animals. And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me – nor women neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so
Hamlet I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw
Hamlet Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Hamlet What’s Hecuba to him, or he to her, that he should weep for her? WHat would he do had he the motive and cue for passion that I have?
Hamlet Yet I, a dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause; and can say nothing.
Hamlet Am I a coward? who calls me villain, breaks my pate across, plucks off my beard and blows it in my face, tweaks my nose…?
Hamlet But I am pigeon-liver’d and lack gall To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should ha’ fatted all the region kites with this slave’s offal – bloody, bawdy villain, remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindness villain, O Vengeance!
Hamlet I, the son of a dear murdered, prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Must like a wh0re unpack my heart with words
Hamlet I’ll have these players play something like the murder of my father before mine uncle. I’ll observe his looks, I’ll tent him to the quick. If ‘a do blench I know my course.
Hamlet The play’s the thing wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King
Claudius 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.
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?
Hamlet To die, to sleep— / No more—and by a sleep to say we end / The heart-ache and the thousand natural shock / That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation / Devoutly to be wish’d.
Hamlet To die, to sleep; / To sleep: perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub; / For in that sleep of death what dreams may come / When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, / Must give us pause:
Hamlet there’s the respect / That makes calamity of so long life; / For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, / The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, / The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay, / The insolence of office and the spurns / That patient merit of the unworthy takes, / When he himself might his quietus make / With a bare bodkin?
Hamlet Who would fardels bear, / To grunt and sweat under a weary life, / But that the dread of something after death, / The undiscover’d country from whose bourn / No traveller returns, puzzles the will / And makes us rather bear those ills we have / Than fly to others that we know not of?
Hamlet Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; / And thus the native hue of resolution / Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, / And enterprises of great pitch and moment / With this regard their currents turn awry, / And lose the name of action.
Ophelia My honoured lord, you know right well you did, and with them words of so sweet breath composed as made these things more rich.
Hamlet I did love you once… I loved you not
Hamlet Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?
Hamlet If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
Hamlet I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another
Ophelia O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown! The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’d eye, tongue, sword, th’ expectation and rose of the fair state…
Hamlet Suit the action to the word, the word to the action… as ’twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image
Ophelia you are naught, you are naught. I’ll mark the play.
Gertrude The lady protests too much, methinks.
Hamlet Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery
Hamlet ‘Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Hamlet I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
Claudius O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon’t, A brother’s murder.
Claudius But O, what form of prayer can serve my turn: ‘Forgive me my foul murder’? That cannot be, since I am still possessed of those effects for which I did the murder, my crown, mine own ambition and my Queen. May one be pardoned and retain th’ offence.
Claudius O bosom black as death, O limed soul that struggling to be free art more engaged. Help, angels, make assay. Bow, stubborn knees, and heart with string of steel be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All may be well.
Hamlet Now might I do it pat, now he is praying; And now I’ll do’t (draws sword). 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 send to heaven.
Hamlet The trip him that his heels may kick at heaven and that his soul may be as damned and black as hell whereto it goes.
Claudius My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Gertrude Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Hamlet Mother, you have my father much offended.
Hamlet You are the Queen, your husband’s brother’s wife, and, would it were not so, you are my mother
Hamlet You go not till I set you up a glass where you may see the inmost part of you.
Hamlet How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!
Hamlet A bloody deed – almost as bad, good mother, as kill a king and marry with his brother.
Hamlet Makes marriage-vows As false as dicers’ oaths
Hamlet Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed and batten on this moor? Ha, have you eyes? You cannot call it love; for at your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it’s humble, And waits upon the judgment
Gertrude O Hamlet, speak no more. Thou turn’s my very eyes into my soul and there I see such black and grieved spots as will leave there their tinct.
Hamlet In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed stewed in corruption, honeying and making love over the nasty sty.
Gertrude you do bend your eye on vacancy and with th’ incorporeal air do hold discourse.?
Hamlet Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass, but my madness speaks
Hamlet Confess yourself to heaven; Repent what’s past; avoid what is to come
Hamlet Good night: but go not to mine uncle’s bed; Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
Hamlet I essentially am not in madness but mad in craft.
Hamlet My two schoolfellows.. For ’tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petard
Gertrude Mad as the sea and the wind when both contend which is mightier. In his lawless fit, behind the arras … kills the unseen good old man.
Claudius There’s matter in these sighs
Hamlet Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at him.
Hamlet How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure, He that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unused.
Hamlet Witness this army of such mass and charge Led by a delicate and tender prince, Whose spirit with divine ambition puff’d Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell.
Hamlet 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. How stand I then, That have a father kill’d, a mother stain’d, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep?
Hamlet O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth
Ophelia He is dead and gone, lady, he is dead and gone. At his head a grass-green turf, at his heels a stone.
Laertes O rose of May, dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia, O heavens, is’t possible a young maid’s wits should be as mortal as a poor man’s life?
Ophelia They bore him bare—faced on the bier and in his grave rained many a tear. Fare you well, my dove.
Ophelia There’s fennel for you, and columbines. There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me. We may call it herb of grace o’ Sunday’s. You may wear your rue with a difference. There’s daisy. I would give you some violents, but they withered all when my father died say ‘a made a good end.
Horatio reading Hamlet’s letter we put on a compelled valour and in the grapple I boarded them.
Claudius The Queen his mother lives almost by his looks and for myself, my virtue or my plague, be it either which, she is so conjunctive to my life and soul that as the star moves not but in his sphere I could not but by her.
Claudius reading Hamlet’s letter High and mighty, You shall know I am set naked on your kingdom. Tomorrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes. When I shall (first asking you pardon) thereunto recount the occasion of my sudden occasion.
Laertes to cut his throat i’ th’ church.
Gertrude There is a willow grows askant the brook that shows his hoary leaves in the glassy stream.
Gertrude There with fantastic garlands did she make of cornflowers, nettles, daisies and long purples, that liberal shepherds give a grosser name but our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them.
Gertrude There on the pendent boughs her crowned weeds clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke, when down her weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook.
Gertrude Her clothes spread wide and mermaid-like awhile they bore her up, which time she chanted snatches of old lauds as one incapable of her own distress, or like a creature native and endued unto that element.
Gertrude 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.
Laertes too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears…. (weeps) when these are gone the woman will be out. Adieu, my lord, I have a speech o ‘ fire that fain would blaze but in this folly drowns it.
Hamlet That skull had a tongue in it and could sing once. How the knave jowls it to the ground, as if ’twere Cain’s jawbone, that did the first murder.
Hamlet Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it.
Gertrude Sweets to the sweet: farewell! I hop’d thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife
Hamlet This is I. Hamlet the Dane.
Hamlet I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Hamlet What is the reason that you use me thus? I loved you ever: but it is no matter; Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his day.
Hamlet They are not near my conscience. Their defeat does by their own insinuation grow. ‘Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes between the pass and fell incensed points of mighty opposites.
Hamlet He that hath killed my King and whored my mother, popped in betweenn th’ election and my hopes, thrown out his angle for my proper life and with such cozenage. Is’t not perfect conscience?
Hamlet Not a whit, we defy augury: there’s 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 be now; if it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all.
Hamlet Give me your pardon, sir. I have done you wrong, but pardon’t as you are a gentleman.
Claudius Gertrude, do not drink
Gertrude I will my lord. I pray you pardon me.
Laertes I am justly killed with mine own treachery.
Gertrude No, no, the drink, the drink, O my dear Hamlet, the drink, the drink – I am poisoned.
Hamlet Here, thou incestuous, damned Dane! Drink of this potion. Is the union here? Follow my mother. (King dies)
Hamlet But let it be. Horatio, I am dead; Thou livest. Report me and my cause aright
Hamlet I do prophesy th’ election lights on Fortinbras: he has my dying voice.
Hamlet The rest is silence. [Dies.]
Horatio Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince: And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Horatio these bodies high on a stage be placed to the view, and let me speak to th’ yet unknowing world how these things came about.

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