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Hamlet - Continued.

Act i. Sc. 2.
But I have that within which passeth show;
These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Act i. Sc. 2. O that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world!

That it should come to this!

Hyperion to a satyr! so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.

Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.

Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month.

Like Niobe, all tears.

My father's brother; but no more like my

father Than I to Hercules.

Act i. Sc. 2. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Hamlet - Continued.

Act i. Sc. 2. In

my mind's eye, Horatio.

Act i. Sc. 2.
He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.

Act i. Sc. 2.

A countenance more In sorrow than in anger.

Act i. Sc. 3.

And in the morn and liquid dew of youth.

Act i. Sc. 3. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

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Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
For loan oft loses both itself and friend ;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

Act i. Sc. 3. Springes to catch woodcocks.

Hamlet - Continued.

Act i. Sc. 4.
But to my mind, — though I am native here,
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honored in the breach than the observance.

Act i. Sc. 4.
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us !

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Thou comest in such a questionable shape,
That I will speak to thee.

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Act i. Sc. 4.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Act i. Sc. 5.
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young

blood;
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ;
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful Porcupine.

Act i. Sc. 5. O my prophetic soul! my uncle !

Hamlet - Continued.

Act i. Sc. 5.
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there !

Act i. Sc. 5.
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.

Act i. Sc. 5.
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And ’gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

Act i. Sc. 5.
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

Act i. Sc. 5. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave, To tell us this.

Act i. Sc. 5. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Act i. Sc. 5. The time is out of joint.

Act ii. Sc. 1. This is the very ecstasy of love.

Act ii. Sc. 2. Brevity is the soul of wit.

Act i. Sc. 2.
That he is mad, 't is true; 't is true, 't is pity ;
And pity 't is, 't is true.

Hamlet - Continued.

Act ii. Sc. 2. .
Doubt thou the stars are fire;

Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt I love.

Act ii. Sc. 2. Still harping on my daughter.

Act ii. Sc. 2.
Though this be madness, yet there's method in it.

Act ii. Sc. 2. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties ! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a God!

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Man delights not me,

nor woman neither.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

I know a hawk from a hand-saw.

Act ii. Sc. 2.
Come, give us a taste of your quality.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

’T was caviare to the general.

Art ii. Sc. 2.
What 's Hecuba to bim, or he to Hecuba ?

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