Tragic Hero Hamlet Quotes

Horatio “In what particular thought to work I know not,/ But in the gross and scope of mine opinion/ This bodes some strange eruption to our state” (lines 67-69)
Claudius “Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death/ The memory be green, and that it us befitted/ To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom/ To be contracted in one brow of woe” (lines 1-4)
Claudius “With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,/ In equal scale weighing delight and dole” (lines 12-13).
Gertrude “cast thy knighted colour off, / And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark” (lines 68-69)
Claudius ” ‘Tis sweet and commendable in your nature Hamlet” (line 87)
Claudius ” ’tis unmanly grief,/ It shows a will most incorrect to heaven” (lines 94-95)
Laertes “Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,/ The perfume and suppliance of a minute, / No more.” (lines 8-9)
Laertes “His greatness weighed, his will is not his own,/ For he himself is subject to his birth” (line 17-18)
Polonius “This above all, to thine own self be true” (line 78)
Polonius “Tender yourself more dearly,/ Or—not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, / Roaming it thus—you’ll tender me a fool.” (lines 107-109)
Marcellus “Something is rotten in the state of Denmark” (line 90)
Ghost “Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.” (line 25)
Ghost “The serpent that did sting thy father’s life/ Now wears his crown.” (line38-39)
Gertrude “Your visitation shall receive such thanks/ As fits a king’s remembrance” (lines 25-26)
Polonius “brevity is the soul of wit” (line 90)
Gertrude “More matter with less art” (line 95)
Polonius “Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t” (line 200)
Polonius “We are oft to blame in this:/ ‘Tis too much proved, that with devotion’s visage,/ And pious action, we do sugar o’er/ The devil himself.” (lines 46-48)
Player King “Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own” (line 194)
Gertrude “The lady doth protest too much methinks” (line 211)
Claudius “My words fly up, my thoughts remain below./ Words without thoughts never to heaven go” (lines 97-98)
Gertrude “Thou turn’st my eyes into my very soul” (line 89)
Gertrude “This is the very coinage of your brain” (line 138)
Gertrude “To my sick soul, as sin’s true nature is,/ Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss./ So full of artless jealousy is guilt,/ It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.” (lines 17-20)
Gertrude “an envious sliver broke,/ When down her weedy trophies and herself/ Fell in the weeping brook.” (lines 173-175)
Laertes “I am justly killed with mine own treachery” (line 287)