| Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in’s own house. Farewell. | Hamlet, 3.1 |
| I am justly killed with mine own treachery | Laertes, 5.2 |
| The skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once | Hamlet, 5.1 |
| How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seems to me all the uses of this world! | Hamlet, 1.2 |
| Adieu, adieu, adieu. Remember me. | The Ghost, 1.5 |
| Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust. The dust is earth… Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, | Hamlet, 5.1 |
| O that this too too solid flesh would melt | Hamlet, 1.2 |
| To be or not to be- that is the question. | Hamlet, 3.1 |
| No more be done. We should profane the service of the dead to sing a requiem and such rest to her as peace-parted souls. | Priest, 5.1 |
| To die, to sleep./ To sleep, perchance to dream- ay, there’s the rub,/ For in that sleep of death what dreams may come/ When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,/ Must give us pause. | Hamlet, 3.1 |
| In the morn and liquid dew of youth/ Contagious blastments are most imminent. | Laertes, 1.3 |
Hamlet quotes: death and mortality
August 31, 2019