HAMLET.

This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Does not divide the Sunday from the week.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Doth make the night joint-laborer with the day.

Act i. Sc. 1.

In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

The
graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.

And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long :
And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallowed and so gracious is the time.

Act i. Sc. 1.

The head is not more native to the heart.

Act i. Sc. 2.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems.

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! Act i. Sc. 2.

That it should come to this!

Act i. Sc. 2.

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

Act i. Sc. 2.

My father's brother; but no more like
Than I to Hercules.

Act i. Sc. 2.

my father

Act i. Sc. 2.

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

In my mind's eye,

Horatio.

Act i. Sc. 2.

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. 2.

Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Act i. Sc. 3.

And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blasts are most imminent. Act i. Sc. 3.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do.

Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puffed and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

Act i. Sc. 3.

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.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Beware

Of entrance to a quarrel: but, being in,
Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice:
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judg-

ment.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,

Act i. Sc. 3.

But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

Act i. Sc 3.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all, To thine ownself be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.

More honored in the breach, than the observance.

Act i. Sc. 4.

Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!

Act i. Sc. 4.

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

* A proverbial phrase.

Act i. Sc. 4.

But that I am forbid

To tell the secrets of my prison house

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:
But this eternal blazon must not be

To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!

Act i. Sc. 6.

And duller should'st thou be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf.

Act i. Sc. 5.

O my prophetic soul! mine uncle !

Act i. Sc. 6.

O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!

Act i. Sc. 5.