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by William Shakespeare
scene I
?A little more than kin, and less than kind. (Hamlet, I.ii)
?O! That this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew. (Hamlet, I.ii)
?Frailty, thy name is woman! (Hamlet, I.ii)
?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. (Ophelia, I.iii)
?This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man. (Polonius, I.iii)
scene II
?I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. (Hamlet, II.ii)
?There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. (Hamlet, II.ii)
?What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! (Hamlet, II.ii)
scene III
?To be, or not to be, �that is the question:?
urns�That patient merit of the unworthy takes,?
When he himself might his quietus make
(Hamlet, III.i)
?Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? (Hamlet, III.i)
?The lady doth protest too much, methinks. (Gertrude, III.ii)
?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; �Tis now the very witching time of night, (Hamlet, III.ii)
?O! my offence is rank, it smells to heaven. (Claudius, III.iii)
?What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother's
blood, is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow? (Claudius, III.iii)
?Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! I took thee for thy better. (Hamlet, III.iv)
scene IV
?Be thou assured, if words be made of breath, and breath of life, I have no life to breathe what thou hast said to me. - (Gertrude, Scene IV)
?O! from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! (Hamlet, IV.iv)
?When sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions. (Claudius, IV.v)
scene V
?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. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? (Hamlet, V.i)
?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, V.ii)
?Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! (Horatio, V.ii)
?The rest is silence.
Hamlet (1598-1602)
by William Shakespeare
scene I
?A little more than kin, and less than kind. (Hamlet, I.ii)
?O! That this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew. (Hamlet, I.ii)
?Frailty, thy name is woman! (Hamlet, I.ii)
?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. (Ophelia, I.iii)
?This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man. (Polonius, I.iii)
scene II
?I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. (Hamlet, II.ii)
?There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. (Hamlet, II.ii)
?What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! (Hamlet, II.ii)
scene III
?To be, or not to be, �that is the question:
urns�That patient merit of the unworthy takes,?
When he himself might his quietus make
(Hamlet, III.i0
?Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? (Hamlet, III.i)
?The lady doth protest too much, methinks. (Gertrude, III.ii)
?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; �Tis now the very witching time of night, (Hamlet, III.ii)
?O! my offence is rank, it smells to heaven. (Claudius, III.iii)
?What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother's blood, is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow? (Claudius, III.iii)
?Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! I took thee for thy better. (Hamlet, III.iv)
scene IV
?Be thou assured, if words be made of breath, and breath of life, I have no life to breathe what thou hast said to me. - (Gertrude, Scene IV)
?O! from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! (Hamlet, IV.iv)
?When sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions. (Claudius, IV.v)
scene V
?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. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? (Hamlet, V.i)
?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, V.ii)
?Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! (Horatio, V.ii)
?The rest is silence.
Hamlet (1598-1602)
by William Shakespeare
scene I
?A little more than kin, and less than kind. (Hamlet, I.ii)
?O! That this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew. (Hamlet, I.ii)
?Frailty, thy name is woman! (Hamlet, I.ii)
?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. (Ophelia, I.iii)
?This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man. (Polonius, I.iii)
scene II
?I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of inf
inite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. (Hamlet, II.ii)
?There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. (Hamlet, II.ii)
?What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! (Hamlet, II.ii)
scene III
?To be, or not to be, �that is the question:?
urns�That patient merit of the unworthy takes,?
When he himself might his quietus make
(Hamlet, III.i)
?Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? (Hamlet, III.i)
?The lady doth protest too much, methinks. (Gertrude, III.ii)
?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; �Tis now the very witching time of night, (Hamlet, III.ii)
?O! my offence is rank, it smells to heaven. (Claudius, III.iii)
?What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother's blood, is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow? (Claudius, III.iii)
?Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! I took thee for thy better. (Hamlet, III.iv)
scene IV
?Be thou assured, if words be made of breath, and breath of life, I have no life to breathe what thou hast said to me. - (Gertrude, Scene IV)
?O! from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! (Hamlet, IV.iv)
?When sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions. (Claudius, IV.v)
scene
?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. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? (Hamlet, V.i)
?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, V.ii)
?Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! (Horatio, V.ii)
?The rest is silence.
Hamlet (1598-1602)
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