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
You do surely bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend.
Rosencrantz
O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven
King Claudius
God God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig and amble, and you lisp; you nickname God's creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance.
Hamlet to Ophelia
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, you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excell
Hamlet to R&G
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul, and there I see such black and grained spots as will not leave their tinct.
Queen Gertrude to Hamlet
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below; words without thoughts never to heaven go.
King Claudius
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.
Hamlet
These words like daggers enter in mine ears
Queen Gertrude
Now could I drink hot blood and do such bitter business as the day would quake to look on.
Hamlet
When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed, At game, swearing, or about some act That has no relish of salvation in 't� Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, And that his soul may be as damned and black
Hamlet
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go
King Claudius about Hamlet
the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature
Hamlet to Player King
I will delve one yard below their mines and blow them at the moon.
Hamlet to Queen
Bow stubborn knees; and heart with string of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
King Claudius
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 Queen
Sense sure you have, else could you not have motion; but sure that sense is apoplexed; for madness would not err, nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thralled but it reserved some quantity of choice to serve in such a difference.
Hamlet
This is the very coinage of your brain. This bodiless creation ecstasy is very cunning in.
Queen to Hamlet
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow?
Claudius
The harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art, is not more ugly to the thing that helps it than is my deed to my most painted word
Claudius
We are oft to blame in this--'tis too much proved--that with devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
Polonius
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind
Ophelia to Hamlet
(I) now see that noble and most sovereign reason like sweet bells jangled out of tune and harsh, that unmatched form and feature of blown youth blasted with ecstasy.
Ophelia
Buzz, Buzz.
Hamlet to Polonius
Read on this book, that show of such an exercise may color your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this ('tis too much proved), that with devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
Polonius to Ophelia
Get thee to a nunnery, go. Farewell Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them
Hamlet to Ophelia
that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Hamlet
Here's metal more attractive
Hamlet about Ophelia
Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables
Hamlet
There's something in his soul o'er which his melancholy sits on brood, and i do doubt the hatch and the disclose will be some danger
King to Polonius
The lady doth protest too much, methinks
Queen
Your Majesty and we that have free souls, it touches us not.
Hamlet
It is as easy as lying
Hamlet to R+G
In the corrupted currents of this world, offense's gilded hand may (shove) by justice, and oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself buys out the law.
King in soliloquy
(you can cheat the system on earth, but in heaven justice will prevail)
Nay, but to live in the rank sweat of an enseamed bed, stewed in corruption, honeying and making love over the nasty sty?
Hamlet to Queen
Alas, he's mad
Queen about Hamlet
Do not forget. This visitation is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose
Ghost
For use almost can change the stamp of nature.
Hamlet to Queen
... make you to ravel all this matter out that I essentially am not in madness, but mad in craft
Hamlet