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