| an old king, impotent and bed rid | claudius |
| look, where it comes again | marcellus |
| int he most high and palmy state of rome… | horatio |
| with mirth in funeral and dirge in marriage | claudius |
| a little more than kin, and a less than kind | hamlet |
| how is it the clouds still hang on you? | claudius |
| good hamlet, cast thy nighted color off… | gertrude |
| all that live must die… | gertrude |
| frailty thy name is woman | hamlet |
| he was a man, take him for all in all.. | hamlet |
| in the dead vast and middle of the night | horatio |
| a countenance more in sorrow than in anger | horatio |
| give it an understanding, but no tongue | hamlet |
| all is not well… | hamlet |
| foul deeds will rise… | hamlet |
| give every man thine ear… | polonius |
| neither a borrower, nor a lender be | polonius |
| thou canst not then be false to any man | polonius |
| marry, ill teach you… | polonius |
| be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned | hamlet |
| something is rotten in the state of denmark | marcellus |
| murder most foul, as int he best it is… | ghost |
| tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard… | the ghost |
| o most pernicious woman | hamlet |
| my tables – meet it is I set it down.. | hamlet |
| adieu, adieu… | ghost and hamlet |
| taint not my mind, nor thy soul contrive… | ghost |
| these are but wild and whirling word my lord | horatio |
| o day and night but this is wondrous strange | horatio |
| there are more things in heaven and earth… | hamlet |
| the time is out of joint… | hamlet |
| excellent well; you are a fishmonger | hamlet |
| a dream itself is but a shadow | hamlet |
| this goodly frame… | hamlet |
| am i a coward? | hamlet |
| the play’s the thing… | hamlet |
| be thou as chaste as ice… | hamlet |
| i have heard of your paintings too | hamlet |
| nay, then, let the devil wear black | hamlet |
| the mousetrap. marry, how | hamlet |
| the lady doth protest too much | gertrude |
| we that have free souls, it touches us not… | hamlet |
| what! freighted with false fire | … |
| ill take the ghosts word for a thousand pound | hamlet |
| t’ is now the very witching time of night… | hamlet |
| let me be cruel, not unnatural | hamlet |
| o, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven… | claudius |
| now might i do it pat, now he is praying | hamlet |
| my words fly up, my thoughts remain below | claudius |
| how now! a rat… | hamlet |
| a bloody dead! | hamlet |
| look here, upon this picture, and on this… | hamlet |
| a station like the herald mercury… | hamlet |
| at your age the hey-day int he blood is tame… | hamlet |
| speak no more. thou turns mine yes into my very soul… | gertrude |
| i must be cruel only to be kind.. | hamlet |
| for tis the sport to have the enginer | hamlet |
| diseases desperate grown… | claudius |
| i will trust as adders fanged | hamlet |
| a certain convocation of politic worms are en at him… | hamlet |
| a man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king | hamlet |
| incestrous sheets | hamlet |
| how all occasions do inform against me… | hamlet |
| rightly to be great… | hamlet |
| tomorrow is saint valentines day | ophelia |
| lord we know what we are… | ohpelia |
| when sorrow come they come not single spies | claudius |
| they bore him barefaced on the bier… | ophelia |
| theres rosemary thats for remembrance | ophelia |
| you must wear your rue with difference… | ohpelia |
| that we would do we should do when we would | … |
| a song of willow | … |
| too much of water hast thou… | laertes |
| is she to be buried in christian burial that willfully seeks her own salvation | gravedigger |
| why may not be the skull of a lawyer? | hamlet |
| how absolute the knave is! | hamlet |
| alas, poor yorick! | hamlet |
| sweets to the sweet: farewell! | gertrude |
| i loved opehlia: forty thousand brothers | hamlet |
| the drink, the drink | gertrude |
| why, as a woodcock to mine own spring, osric | laertes |
| the king’s to blame | laertes |
| the point envenomed too! | hamlet |
| i am more an antique roman than a dane | horatio |
| if thou didst ever hold me in my heart.. | hamlet |
| the rest is silence | hamlet |
| now cracks a noble heart. goodnight sweet prince | horatio |
| the ears are senseless that should give us hearing… | ambassador |
Hamlet quotes
September 11, 2019