My uncle! O my prophetic soul! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5, Ibid. O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, No reckoning made, but sent to my account head. Ibid Ibid. Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, Ibid. The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, Ibid. While memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee! I'll wipe away all trivial fond records. Ibid. Within the book and volume of my brain. Ibid. O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain : Ibid. Ham. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this. Every man has business and desire, Such as it is. Art thou there, truepenny? Come on you hear this fellow in the cellarage. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, This is the very ecstasy of love. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Brevity is the soul of wit.1 Sc. 2. More matter, with less art. Ibid. That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity; Ibid. Find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause. Ibid. Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. Ibid. To be honest as this world goes, is to be one man Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't. Ibid. On fortune's cap we are not the very button. Ibid. 1 A short saying oft contains much wisdom.-SOPHOCLES: Aletes, frag.99 There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. A dream itself is but a shadow. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. Ibid. Ibid. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks. This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a 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! Man delights not me: no, nor woman neither. Ibid. Ibid. There is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. Ibid. I know a hawk from a handsaw. Ibid. O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou! Ibid. One fair daughter and no more, The which he loved passing well. Come, give us a taste of your quality. Ibid. Ibid. The play, I remember, pleased not the million; 't was caviare to the general. Ibid. They are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. Ibid. Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping? What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, Ibid. That he should weep for her? Ibid Unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.1 Ibid. With devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 1. To be, or not to be: that is the question: The heartache and the thousand natural shocks To die, to sleep; To sleep perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub: Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, 1 See Chaucer, page 5. 1 With a bare bodkin? who would fardels 1 bear, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1. Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. I am myself indifferent honest. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. Ibid. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. Ibid. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword. Ibid. The expectancy and rose of the fair state, Ibid. Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Ibid. O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! 1 "Who would these fardels" in White. Ibid. |