Ham. Are of a most select and generous chief in that. For loan oft loses both itself and friend, Thou canst not then be false to any man.-Act 1, Sc. 3. It is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance. Act I, Sc. 4. Ham. O my prophetic soul! Mine uncle ! Act 1, Sc. 5. Ghost. O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!-Act 1, Sc. 5. Ghost. Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always in the afternoon.-Act 1, Sc. 5. Ghost. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head.—Act 1, Sc. 5. Ghost. Fare thee well at once! The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remembcr me.-Act 1, Sc. 5. Ham. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.-Act 1, Sc. 5. * Without having received the Eucharist. † Without extreme unction. Polonius. Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth. Pol. My liege, and madam, to expostulate Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Queen. More matter, with less art. Pol. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true, 'tis pity; Mad let us grant him, then and now remains Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause : Ham. Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar ; Pol. Though this be madness, yet there is method in it. Act 2, Sc. 2. Ham. 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! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals !-Act 2, Sc. 2. Pol. The actors are come hither, my lord. Ham. Buz, buz! Pol. Upon mine honour,— Ham. Then came each actor on his ass, Pol. The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or poem unlimited : Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are the only men.—Act 2, Sc. 2. Ham. Come, give us a taste of your quality.—Act 2, Sc. 2. Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted; or, if it was, not above once; for the play, I remember, pleased not the million; 'twas caviare to the general but it was-as I received it, and others, whose judgment in such matters cried in the top of mine—an excellent play, well digested in the scenes, set down with as much modesty as cunning.-Act 2, Sc. 2. Ham. Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for 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. Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their desert. Ham. God's bodykins, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty.-Act 2, Sc. 2. Ham. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! That from her working all his visage wann'd, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting, What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs? who does me this? Ha! I should have fatted all the region kites Why, what an ass am I? This is most brave, * Mopc. And fall a-cursing, like a very drab, A scullion! Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! I have heard Have by the very cunning of the scene They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak Pol. With devotion's visage, And pious action, we do sugar o'er Ham. To be, or not to be: that is the question : To sleep perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; |