Hamlet Quotes: Act Four

Mad as the sea and wind when both contend / Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit, / Behind the arras hearing something sir, / Whips out his rapier, cries, “A rat, a rat!” / And in this brainish apprehension killed / The unseen good old man. Gertrude to Claudius about Hamlet killing Polonius
It had been so with us, had we been there. / His liberty is full of threats to all— / To you yourself, to us, to everyone. / Alas, how should this bloody deed be answered? / It will be laid to us, whose providence / Should have kept short, restrained and out of haunt, / This mad young man. Claudius to Gertrude about Hamlet killing Polonius
But, like the owner of a foul disease, / To keep it from divulging, let it feed / Even on the pith of life. Claudius to Gertrude about Hamlet killing Polionius
So dreaded slander— / Whose whisper o’er the world’s diameter, / As level as the cannon to his blank / Transports the poisoned shot—may miss our name / And his the woundless air. Oh come away! / My soul is full of discord and dismay. Claudius to Gertrude
The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch / But we will ship him hence, and this vile deed / We must, with all our majesty and skill, / Both countenance and excuse. Claudius to Gertrude
He weeps for what is done. Gertrude to Claudius
That I can keep your counsel and not min own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! What replication should be made by the son of the king? Hamlet to Rosencrantz
Take you me for a sponge, my lord? Rosencrantz to Hamlet
That soaks up the king’s countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end. He keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw, first mouthed to be last swallowed. Hamlet to Rosencrantz
A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear. Hamlet to Rosencrantz
The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing— (of nothing) Hamlet to Guildenstern and Rosencrantz
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 judgment, but their eyes. Claudius about Hamlet
Not where he eats, but where is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at him. Hamlet to Claudius about Polonius
Your worms is your only emperor for diet. Hamlet to Claudius
We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service—two dishes, but to one table. Hamlet to Claudius
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. Hamlet to Claudius
And, England if my love thou hold’st at aught— / As my great power thereof may give thee sense, / Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red / After the Danish sword and thy free awe Claudius to himself
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 laps, my joys were ne’er begun. Claudius to himself
Tell him that, by his license, Fortinbras / Craves the conveyance of a promised march / Over his kingdom. Fortinbras to Captain
Truly to speak, and with no addition, / We go to gain a little patch of ground / That hath in it no profit but the name. Captain to Hamlet
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats / Will not debate the question of this straw. / This is th’ impostume of much wealth and peace, / That inward breaks and shows no cause without / Why the man dies. Hamlet to Captain
What is a man / If his chief good and market of his time / Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more. Hamlet to himself
Examples gross as earth exhort me. / Witness this army of such mass and charge / Led by a delicate and tender prince, / Whose spirit with divine ambition puffed / Makes mouths at the invisible event, / Exposing what is mortal and unsure / To all the fortune, death, and danger dare, / Even for an eggshell. Hamlet to himself
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, / Which is not tomb enough and continent / To hide the slain? Hamlet to himself
There’s trick i’ th’ world, and hems, and beats her heart, / Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt / That carry but half sense. Gentleman to Gertrude
Her speech is nothing, / Yet the unshaped use of it doth move / The hearers to collection. Gentleman to Gertrude and Horatio
‘Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew / Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. Horatio to Gentleman and Gertrude
How should I your true love know / From another one? / By his cockle hat and staff, / And his sandal shoon. Ophelia to Gertrude
He is dead and gone, lady, / He is dead and gone, / At his head a grass-green turf, / At his heels a stone. Ophelia to Gertrude
Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day, / All in the morning betime, / And I a maid at your window, / To be your Valentine. Ophelia to Claudius and Gertrude
Oh, this is the poison of deep grief. It springs / All from her father’s death, and now behold! / O Gertrude, Gertrude, / When sorrows come, they came not single spies / But in battalions. Claudius to Gertude
Antiquity forgot, custom not known / The ratifiers and props of every word— / They cry, ‘Choose we! Laertes shall be king!’ Messenger to Claudius and Gertrude
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, it spills itself in fearing to be spilt Gertrude to Ophelia
Lord, we know what we are but know not what we may be Ophelia to Gertrude and Claudius
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs! Gertrude
That drop of blood that’s calm proclaims me bastard / Gives “Cuckold!” to my father, brands the “harlot” / Even here between the chaste unsmirched brow / Of my true mother. Laertes to Gertrude and Claudius
There’s such divinity doth hedge a king / That treason can but peep to what it would, / Acts little of his will. Claudius to Laertes
To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil! / Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! / I dare damnation. Laertes to Claudius
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
If you desire to know the certainty / Of your father’s death, is ‘t writ in your revenge, / That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe, / Winner and loser? Claudius to Laertes
None but his enemies. Laertes to Claudius
To his good friends thus wide I’ll ope my arms / And, like the kind life-rendering pelican, / Repast them with my blood. Laertes to Claudius
This nothing’s more than matter. Laertes
And of all Christians’ souls, I pray God. God be wi’ you. Ophelia
And where the offense is, let the great ax fall. / I pray you, go with me. Claudius to Laertes
Be you content to lend your patience to us, / And we shall jointly labor with your soul / To give it due content. Claudius to Laertes

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