‘Tis now the very witching time of night, when church yards yawn and hell itself breathes out.
(name) thou art slain. No medicine in the world can cure thee. In thee there is not but a half hour of life. The foul practice hath turned itself on me. Lo, here I lie, never to rise again.
1) Now, Hamlet, where is Polonius? 2) At supper. 1) At supper? Where? 2) Not where he eats, but where ‘a eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at him.
1) What does this mean my lord? 2) it means mischief
1-Who’s grave is this sir? 2-Mine sir 1-I believe it is thine for thou lyest in it. What man does thou dig it for? 2-For no man sir 1-what women then? 2-For none neither 1-Who is to be buried in it? 2-One that was a women sir. But rest her soul she’s dead. 1-How absolute the knave is.
A dream itself is but a shadow.
A little more than kin, but less than kind.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio – a man of infinite jest, of excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times, and now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung these lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?
all the world is a stage, all the people are players
Ay thou incestuous, murderous damned Dane!! Drink off this potion! Is thy union here? Follow my mother.
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy wicked or charitable.
by cock, they are to blame
CLAUDIUS-Where is Polonius? HAMLET-In heaven; send thither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i’ the other place YOURSELF. But, indeed, if you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
Get thee to a nunnery!
GET THEE TO A NUNNERY!!!
good night sweet prince to hamlet
Good night sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
He is at dinner, not where he eats, but where he is eaten… if you… you will smell him in the stairwell….
I am sorry they offend you, heartily; yes, ‘Faith, heartily.
I am thy father’s spirit.
i have more evil things in my head than i have thoughts to put them in or energy to act them out
I knewath Jack Kennedy. He wasath a friend of mine. Youath are no Jack Kennedy.
I lov’d Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not with all their quantity of love make up my sum.
I loved Ophelia
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.
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, absent thee from felicity awhile, and in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain to tell my story.
Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
In my mind’s eye
Let life be short, for shame will be too long.
Let not the bed of Denmark be a couch for luxury and damned incest.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
Most pernicious woman!
Must like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
Nay, you should not have believed. I loved you not
Now cracks a noble heart.
O, from this time forth, my thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!
One woe doth tread upon another’s heels. (This quote is from the most recent version.)
Open thy chaste treasure to mine unmastered inopurtunity.
seems madam nay it is i know not seems
Since brevity is the soul of wit I shall be brief
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
the houses he makes last till doomsday.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
The play is the thing where I catch the conscience of the king.
The play’s the thing wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.
The play’s the thing, with which I’ll catch the conscience of the king.
There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
There bodes some strange eruption to our state.
There’s rosemary. That’s for rememberance. Pray you love, remember. There’s pansies. That’s for thoughts. There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me. You must wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died.
This above all else to thine own self be true and it should follow thou canst then be false to any man
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
Though i am splentive and rash, yet i have something dangerous, which let thy wisdom fear.
Though this be madness, yet there is method to’t.
though this be madness…
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 see of troubles.And by opposing end them,to die,to sleep,no more.And by a sleep to say we end.The heartache and the thousand natural shocks.That flesh is heir to,tis’ a consumtion devoutly to be wished.To die,to sleep,to sleep,perchance to dream.For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.When we have shuffled off this mortal coil.Ah there’s the rub.The opressor’s wrong the,the proud man’s contumely.For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.
To be or not to be…that is the question. Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows or outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles.
We are the best actors in the world! Whether it be tragical, comical, historical or pastoral. Tagical-historical, tragical-pastoral, historical-pastoral, comical-historical, or tragical-historical-comical-pastoral.
What a piece of work is man. How noble in reason. How infinite in faculty. In form and moving, how express and admirable. In action, how like an angel. In apprehension, 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.
What you do for Ophelia? Eat a crocodile?
You are the queen, you’re husbands brother’s wife, and would it were not so, you are my mother!
You are the queen, your husband’s brother’s wife, and would it were not so, YOU ARE MY MOTHER!
You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal – except my life, except my life.
You sir, are a fishmonger
[From the trailer] Now, a man must choose, whether to forgive… or to avenge; to love… or to hate; to live… or to die; to be… or not to be!
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