Hamlet-Continued. Act ii. Sc. 2. The play's the thing, Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. Act iii. Sc. 1. To be, or not to be? that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by opposing, end them?-To die-to sleepand, by a sleep, to say we end No more; The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks Devoutly to be wished. 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, That patient merit of the unworthy takes ; Hamlet-Continued. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought. Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered. Act iii. Sc. 1. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Act iii. Sc. 1. The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, Act iii. Sc. 1. Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Act iii. Sc. 2. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand thus. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action. Act iii. Sc. 2. To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature. Hamlet-Continued. Act iii. Sc. 2. I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. Act iii. Sc. 2. No, let the candid tongue lick absurd pomp; Act iii. Sc. 2. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him As I do thee. Act iii. Sc. 2. Something too much of this. Act iii. Sc. 2. Here's metal more attractive. Act iii. Sc. 2. The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Act iii. Sc. 2. Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung. Act iii. Sc. 2. Why, let the strucken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep; Thus runs the world away. They fool me to the top of my bent. Act iii. Sc. 2. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Act iii. Sc. 3. O my offence is rank, it smells to heaven. Act iii. Sc. 4. Look here, upon this picture, and on this; A combination, and a form, indeed, Act iii. Sc. 4. A king Of shreds and patches. Act iii. Sc. 4. This is the very coinage of your brain. Hamlet- - Continued. Act iii. Sc. 4. Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. Act iii. Sc. 4. Assume a virtue, if you have it not. Act iii. Sc. 4. For 't is the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar. Act iv. Sc. 4. Looking before, and after. Act iv. Sc. 5. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions! Act iv. Sc. 5. There's such divinity doth hedge a king, Act v. Sc. 1. How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card or equivocation will undo us. Act v. Sc. 1. Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest; of most excellent fancy. Act v. Sc. 1. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? |