10 Important Quotes

Hamlet Sr. (Ghost) Hamlet Moon

 Ghost:
...The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.
Hamlet:
O prophetic soul! My uncle!
(Shakespeare I.v. 39-41)

Theatre Seats Claudius

Hamlet:
'A poisons him i'th' garden for his estate. His name's
Gonzago. The story is extant, and written in very
choice Italian. You shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
Ophelia:
The King rises.
Hamlet:
What, frighted with false fire?
Queen:
How fares my lord?
                                                                                    Polonius:
                                                                                    Go o'er the play.
                                                                                     King:
                                                                                     Give me some light. Away.
                                                                                     (Shakespeare III.ii. 255-263)

Claudius Hamlet

Hamlet:
Now might I do it pat, now 'a is a-praying.
And now I'll do 't. 
                    Draws his sword
                              And so 'a goes to heaven;
And so am I revenged. That would be scann'd:
A villain kills my father, and for that
I, his sole son, do this same villain send
To heaven.
Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
'A took my father grossly, full of bread,
With all his crimes broad blown, asflush as May;
                                                                                    And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?
                                                                                    But in our circumstances and course of thought
                                                                                    'Tis heavy with him. And am I then reveng'd,
                                                                                    To take him in the purging of his soul,
                                                                                    When he is fit and season'd for his passage?
                                                                                    No.
                                                                                    Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent:
                                                                                    When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,
                                                                                    Or in th'incestuous pleasure of his bed,
                                                                                    At game a-swearing, or about some act
                                                                                    That has no relish of salvation in't,
                                                                                    Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven
                                                                                    And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
                                                                                    As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays.
                                                                                    This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
                                                                                    (Shakespeare III.iii. 73-96)
Polonius Queen Hamlet

Queen:
What wilt thou do? Though wilt not murder me?
Help, ho!
Polonius:
[Behind the arras] What ho! Help!
Hamlet:
How now? A rat? Dead fpr a ducat, dead.
          Thrusts his rapier through the arras
Polonius:
[Behind]    O, I am slain.
                                                                                    (Shakespeare III.iv. 20-24)
King:
...But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son-
Hamlet:
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
King:
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
Hamlet:
Not so, my lord, I am too much in the sun.
(Shakespeare I.ii. 64-67)


Hamlet:
If it assume my noble father's person,
I'll speak to it though hell itself should gape
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you have hirterto coneal'd this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still;
And whatsomever else shall hap tonight,
Give it an understanding but no tongue.
(Shakespeare I.iii. 244-250)

Ophelia:
No my good lord, but as you did command,
I did repel his letters and denied
His access to me.
(Shakespeare II.i. 107-110)

Queen:
... And I beseech you instatly to visit
My too much changed son. Go, some of you,
And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
Guildenstern:
Heavens make our presence and our practices
Pleasant and helpful to him.
(Shakespeare II.ii. 35-39)

Hamlet:
Denmark's a prison.
Rosencrantz:
The is the world one.
Hamlet:
A goodly one, in which there are many confines,
wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o'th'
worst.
Rosencrantz:
We think not so my lord.
Hamlet:
Why, then 'tis non to you; for there is nothing
either good or bad but thinking makes it so. To me
it is a prison.
(Shakespeare II.ii. 243-251)

Hamlet:
... For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players
Play something like the murder of my father
Before mine uncle. I'll observe his looks; ...
(Shakespeare II.ii. 590-592)

Shakespeare, William. Hamlet. Cambridge: Oxford University Press, 1992. Print.