This above all: to thine own self be true
Polonius to Laertes
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
Marcellus to Horatio
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.
Ghost to Hamlet
The time is out of joint. O cursed spite, that I was ever born to set right
Hamlet to self
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
Polonius to Hamlet
To be or not to be; that is the question...
Hamlet during his third soliloquy.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below
Claudius to himself
O Hamlet, speak no more!
Gertrude to Hamlet
Good night, sweet Prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Horatio to Hamlet