Hamlet-Continued.

Act i. Sc. 2.

But I have that within which passeth show;
These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Act i. Sc. 2.

O that this too, too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!

Or that the everlasting had not fixed

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

Seem to me all the uses of this world!

That it should come to this!

Hyperion to a satyr! so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.

Why, she would hang on him,

As if increase of appetite had grown

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.

Act i. Sc. 2.

A countenance more

In sorrow than in anger.

Act i. Sc. 3.

And in the morn and liquid dew of youth.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,

But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

Hamlet-Continued.

But to my mind,

Act i. Sc. 4.

though I am native here,

And to the manner born, it is a custom

More honored in the breach than the observance.

Act i. Sc. 4.

Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!

Thou comest in such a questionable shape,
That I will speak to thee.

I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ;
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,

And each particular hair to stand on end,

Like quills upon the fretful Porcupine.

Act i. Sc. 5.

O my prophetic soul! my uncle!

Hamlet - Continued.

Act i. Sc. 5.

O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!

Act i. Sc. 5.

No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.

Act i. Sc. 5.

The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

Act i. Sc. 5.

That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

Act i. Sc. 5.

There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave, To tell us this.

Act i. Sc. 5.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Act i. Sc. 5.

The time is out of joint.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

This is the very ecstasy of love.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

That he is mad, 't is true; 'tis true, 't is pity;

And pity 'tis, 'tis true.

Hamlet-Continued.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt I love.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Still harping on my daughter.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Though this be madness, yet there's method in it.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a God!

Come, give us a taste of your quality.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

'Twas caviare to the general.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba?