| This above all: to thine own self be true. | Polonius Act 1 Scene 3 |
| Words without thoughts never to heaven go. | Claudius Act 3 Scene 3 |
| A rhapsody of words. | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 4 |
| I must be cruel, only to be kind. | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 4 |
| The play’s the thing, wherein I’ll catch theconscience of the King. | Hamlet Act 2 Scene 2 |
| To be, or not to be: that is the question. | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 1 |
| For ’tis the sport to have the engineer hoist with hisown petard. | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 4 |
| Neither a borrower nor a lender be; for loan oftloses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls theedge of husbandry | Polonius Act 1 Scene 3 |
| There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,than are dreamt of in your philosophy. | Hamlet Act 1 Scene 5 |
| Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. | Ophelia Act 3 Scene 1 |
| the rest is silence | Hamlet’s last words Act 5 Scene 2 |
| We go to gain a little patch of ground, that hath in itno profit but the name. | Captain Act 4 Scene 4 |
| Though this be madness, yet there is method in ‘t. | Polonius Act 2 Scene 2 |
| Get thee to a nunnery, go. | Hamlet to Ophelia Act 3 Scene 1 |
| That it should come to this! | Hamlet Act 1 Scene 2 |
| Lord! we know what we are, but know not what wemay be. | Ophelia Act 4 Scene 5 |
| There is nothing either good or bad, but thinkingmakes it so | Hamlet Act 2 Scene 2 |
| What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason!how infinite in faculty! | Hamlet Act 2 Scene 2 |
| The lady doth protest too much, methinks | Gertrude Act 3 Scene 2 |
| In my mind’s eye | Hamlet, Act 1 Scene 2 |
| A little more than kin, and less than kind | Hamlet Act 1 Scene 2 |
| Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince,and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! | Horatio Act 5 Scene 2 |
| Brevity is the soul of wit. | Polonius Act 2 Scene 2 |
| Rosencrantz and Guilderstern are dead. | Ambassador Act 5 Scene 2 |
| Sweets to the sweet: farewell! | Gertrude Act 5 Scene 1 |
| Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: A fellow ofinfinite jest, of most excellent fancy | Hamlet Act 5 Scene 1 |
| Give thy thoughts no tongue. | Polonius Act 1 Scene 3 |
| The apparel oft proclaims the man. | Polonius Act 1 Scene 3 |
| Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. | Marcellus Act 1 Scene 4 |
| Murder most foul. | Ghost of King Hamlet Act 1 Scene 5 |
| More matter, with less art. | Gertrude Act 2 Scene 2 |
| To be honest as this world goes, is to be one manpicked out of ten thousand. | Hamlet Act 2 Scene 2 |
| And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canstnot then be false to any man | Polonius Act 1 Scene 3 |
| Let Hercules himself do what he may, the cat will mew and dog will have his day. | Hamlet Act 5, Scene 1 |
| The devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape. | Hamlet Act 2 Scene 2 |
| Let me be cruel, not unnatural. I will speak daggers to her, but use none. | Hamlet, Act 3 Scene 2 |
| Come, my coach! Good night, ladies. Good night, sweet ladies. Good night, good night. | Ophelia Act 4 Scene 5 |
| When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions | Claudius Act 4 Scene 5 |
| Frailty, thy name is woman! | Hamlet Act 1 Scene 2 |
| I am but mad north-north-west | Hamlet Act 2 Scene 2 |
| But to my mind, — though I am native hereAnd to the manner born, — it is a customMore honour’d in the breach than the observance. | Hamlet Act 1 Scene 4 |
| Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I’ll make a ghost of him that lets me! | Hamlet Act 1 Scene 4 |
| Diseases desperate grown by desperate appliance are relieved or not at all. | Claudius Act 4 Scene 3 |
| Madness in great ones must not unwatched go. | Claudius to Polonius Act 3 Scene 1 |
| Give me that manThat is not passion’s slave, and I will wear himIn my heart’s core | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 2 |
| Are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart? | Claudius Act 4 Scene 7 |
| O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! | Horatio Act 1 Scene 5 |
| Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, might stop a hole to keep the wind away | Hamlet Act 5 Scene 1 |
| There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow, if it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all. | Hamlet Act 5 Scene 1 |
| This is the very ecstasy of love | Polonius Act 2 Scene 1 |
| Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 2 |
| All that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity. | Gertrude Act 1 Scene 2 |
| To define true madness,What is’t but to be nothing else but mad? | Polonius Act 2 Scene 2 |
| Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown; | Player King Act 3 Scene 2 |
| Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung. | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 2 |
| What, frighted with false fire? | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 2 |
| Why let the stricken deer go weep, the hart ungalled play; for some must watch, while some must sleep: so runs the world away. | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 2 |
| You would play upon me. You would seem to know my stops. You would pluck out the heart of my mystery. You would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass. | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 2 |
| ‘Tis now the very witching time of night… | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 2 |
| O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven. | Claudius Act 3 Scene 3 |
| Dead for a ducat, dead! | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 4 |
| A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,As kill a king, and marry with his brother. | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 4 |
| Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! I took thee for thy better. | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 4 |
| You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame, it’s humble, and waits upon the judgement. | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 4 |
| Speak no more;Thou turns’t mine eyes into my very soul. | Gertrude Act 3 Scene 4 |
| Confess yourself to heaven, Repent what’s past, avoid what is to come | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 4 |
| Nay, but to live in the rank sweat of an unseamed bed, stewed in corruption, honeying and making love over the nasty sty. | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 4 |
| A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, that from a shelf the precious diadem stole, and put it in his pocket! | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 4 |
| A king of shreds and patches | Hamlet to Gertrude Act 3 Scene 4 |
| Mother, for love of grace,Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 4 |
| ‘Tis as easy as lying. | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 2 |
| By and by is easily said. | Hamlet act 3 Scene 2 |
| Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, of habits devil, is angel yet in this. | Hamlet Act 3 Scene 4 |
| A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. | Hamlet Act 4 Scene 3 |
| Sure he that made us with such large discourse, / Looking before and after, gave us not / That capability and godlike reason / To fust in us unused. | Hamlet Act 4 Scene 4 |
| Rightly to be greatIs not to stir without great argument,But greatly to find quarrel in a strawWhen honor’s at the stake. | Hamlet Act 4 Scene 4 |
| How should I your true love knowFrom another one?By his cockle hat and staff,And his sandal shoon. | Ophelia singing Act 4 Scene 5 |
| He is dead and gone, lady, he is dead and gone, at his head a green-grass tuft at his heels a stone. | Ophelia singing to Gertrude Act 4 Scene 5 |
| To-morrow is Saint Valentine’s day, all in the morning betime. | Ophelia Act 4 Scene 5 |
| Then up he rose, and donn’d his clothes. | Ophelia Act 4 Scene 5 |
| There’s such divinity doth hedge a king, that treason can but peep to what it would. | Claudius Act 4 Scene 5 |
| There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray,love, remember: and there is pansies. that’s for thoughts. | Ophelia Act 4 Scene 5 |
| His beard was as white as snow. | Ophelia Act 4 Scene 5 |
| His means of death, his obscure funeral–No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o’er his bones, No noble rite nor formal ostentation– | Laertes Act 4 Scene 5 |
| And where the offense is let the great axe fall. | Claudius talks with Laertes about Polonius’s death Act 4 Scene 5 |
| Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull *** will not mend his pace with beating. | Gravedigger Act 5 Scene 1 |
| But age with his stealing stepsHath clawed me in his clutch | Gravedigger singing Act 5 Scene 1 |
| The age is grown so picked that the toe of thepeasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, hegalls his kibe. | Hamlet Act 5 Scene 1 |
| To what base uses we may return, Horatio! | Hamlet Act 5 Scene 1 |
| So hallow’d and so gracious is the time. | Marcellus Act 1 Scene 1 |
| Lay her in the earth. And from her fair and unpolluted flesh may violets spring. | Laertes Act 5 Scene 1 |
| A ministering angel shall my sister be. | Laertes Act 5 Scene 1 |
| I am more an antique Roman than a Dane. | Horatio to Hamlet Act 5 Scene 2 |
| I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, and not have strewed they grave. | Gertrude Act 5 Scene 1 |
| Though I am not splenitive and rash, yet have I something in me dangerous. | Hamlet Act 5 Scene 1 |
| I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not with all their quantity of love make up my sum. | Hamlet Act 5 Scene 1 |
| There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will. | Hamlet to Horatio Act 5 Scene 2 |
| I once did hold it, as our statists do, a baseness to write fair, and labored much how to forget that learning; but sir, now it did me yeoman’s service. | Hamlet Act 5 Scene 2 |
| I have shot mine arrow o’er the house, and hurt my brother. | Hamlet Act 5 Scene 2 |
| A hit, a very palpable hit. | Osric Act 5 Scene 2 |
| I am justly killed with mine own treachery. | Laertes to Hamlet Act 5 Scene 2 |
| this fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest | Hamlet Act 5 Scene 2 |
| Report me and my cause aright to the unsatisfied | Hamlet to Horatio Act 5 Scene 2 |
| If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, absent thee from felicity awhile, and in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain to tell my story. | Hamlet Act 5 Scene 2 |
| Let four captains Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage; for he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally. | Fortinbras Act 5 Scene 2 |
| Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love | Polonius reading the letter Act 2 Scene 2 |
| There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray,love, remember: and there is pansies. that’s for thoughts. | Ophelia Act 4 Scene 5 |
Hamlet Quotes
September 2, 2019