| Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, HamletTo give these mounting duties to your father…but to perseverein obstinate condolement is a courseof impious stubbornness | Claudius telling Hamlet to stop mourning his father and be happy for him and his mother. |
| Frailty, thy name is woman | Hamlet telling Gertrude she is weak for remarrying |
| Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice…Neither a borrower nor a lender be… This above all:to thine own self be trueAnd it must follow, as the night the dayThou canst then be false to any man | Polonius (a meddling fool) actually giving good advice to Laertes. |
| Something is rotten in the state of Denmark | Theme of play |
| as you did commandI did repel his letters, and deniedhis access to me | Ophelia is obedient to her father |
| Brevity is the soul of wit | PoloniusIronic because he is NEVER brief |
| Though this madness, yet there is method in’t | Polonius |
| The play’s the thingwherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king | Hamlet to himself in a soliloquyHe is trapped |
| To be or not to be……. | Hamlet deliberating suicide |
| Thou turn’st my eyes into my very soulAnd there i see such black and grained spotsas will not leave their tint | Gertrude to Hamlet |
| The lady doth protest too much, methinks | Gertrude is being hypocritical |
| Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me!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 notes to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak | Hamlet telling R&G that they can’t fool him and play him like a flute |
| O hear, dry up my brains! Tears seven times saltBurn out the sense and virtue of mine eyeBy heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weightTill our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!… O heavens, is’t possible a young maids witsshould be as mortal as an old man’s life | Laertes lamenting Ophelia’s madness |
| Alas poor Yorick! I knew him… a fellow of infinite jest. | Hamlet to a skullLife is brief and meaningless |
| Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest | Horatio to Hamlet |
Important Hamlet Quotes
July 14, 2019