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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 candied tongue lick absurd pomp;
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow fawning.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of hearts,
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.

Hamlet — Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 2.
It will discourse most eloquent music

Act iii. Sc. 2.
Very like a whale.

Act iii. Sc. 2. They fool me to the top of my bent.

Act iii. Sc. 2.
'T is 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;
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See what a grace was seated on this brow!
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command.

A combination, and a form, indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man.

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 'tis 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,
That treason can but peep to what it would.

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?

Hamlet — Continued.

Act v. Sc. 1.'
To what base uses we may return, Horatio!

Act v. Sc. 1.
Imperial Caesar, dead, and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Sir, though I am not splenetive and rash,
Yet have I in me something dangerous.

Act v. Sc. 1.
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

Act v. Sc. 2.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.

Act v. Sc 2. There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

Act v. Sc. 2. A hit, a very palpable hit.

OTHELLO.

Act i. Sc. 1.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at.

Act i. Sc. 3.
Most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors.

Othello — Continued.

Act i. Sc. 3.
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more.

Act i. Sc. 3.
I will a round, unvarnished tale deliver
Of my whole course of love.

Act i. Sc. 3.
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents, by flood and field,
Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach.

Act i. Sc. 3. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, In faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange; 'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful: She wished she had not heard it; yet she wished That Heaven had made her such a man.

« Act i. Sc. 3.

Upon this hint I spake.

Act i. Sc. 3. I do perceive here a divided duty.

Act i. Sc. 3. Put money in thy purse.

Act ii. Sc. 1. For I am nothing, if not critical.

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