| “O, from this time forth/My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!” (IV.4.65-67). | vn |
| “Well, God ‘ild you! They say the owl was a/Baker’s daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but/Know not what we may be. God be at your table!” (IV.5.41-44). | ophelia to king about polonius |
| “That drop of blood that’s calm proclaims me bastard,/Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot/Even here, between the chaste unsmirchèd brow/Of my true mother” (IV.5.121-124). | leartes to king about polonius |
| “O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt/Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!/By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight/Till our scale turn the beam” (IV.5.159-162). | leartes to ophelia about ophelia |
| “I would give/you some violets, but they withered all when my father/died. They say ‘a made a good end” (IV.5.187-189) | ophelia to leartes about polonius |
| “I will work him/To an exploit, now ripe in my device,/Under the which he shall not choose but fall;/And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,/But even his mother shall uncharged the practice/And call it accident” (IV.7.63-68). | king to leartes about hamlet |
| “Give me leave. Here lies the water; good./Here stands the man; good. If the man go to this water/And drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes,/Mark you that. But if the water comes to him and/Drown him, he drowns not himself. Argal, he that is/Not guilty of his own death shortens his own life” (V.1.15-21). | 1 clown to 2 clown about suicide |
| “That skull had a tongue in it and could sing/Once. How the knave jowls it to the ground, as if/’twere Cain’s jawbone, that did the first murder! This/Might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now/O’erreaches, one that would circumvent God, might it not?” (V.1.75-80). | hamlet to horatio about life and death |
| “Alas, poor Yor-/ick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of/most excellent fancy” (V.1.183-185). | hamlet to Horatio about life and death |
| “I loved Ophelia. Forty thousands brothers/Could not with all their quantity of love/Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?” (V.1.272-274). | hamlet to laertes about ophelia |
| “I’ll be your foil, Laertes. In mine ignorance/Your skill shall, like a star i’ the darkest night,/Stick fiery off indeed” (V.2.253-255). | hamlet to king about life death and revenge |
| “The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,/Unbated and envenomed. The foul practice/Hath turned itself on me. Lo, here I lie,/Never to rise again” (V.2.319-322). | leartes to hamlet about life and death |
| “Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,/And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!” (V.2.361-362). | Horatio to everyone about hamlet |
| “Of that I shall have also cause to speak,/And from this mouth whose voice will draw on more./But let this same be presently performed./Even while men’s minds are wild, lest more mischance/On plots and errors happen” (V.2.393-396). | Horatio to fortinbras about revenge |
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September 11, 2019