Act 1: Scene 2 Flashcards
What wouldst thou beg, Laertes,
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
The head is not more native to the heart,
The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
Claudius to Laertes
I came to Denmark
To show my duty in your coronation,
Laertes to Claudius
Take thy fair hour, Laertes. Time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will.—
But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son—
Claudius to Laertes
A little more than kin and less than kind.
Hamlet to Himself
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
Claudius to Hamlet
Not so, my lord. I am too much i’ the sun
Hamlet to Claudius
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Gertrude to Hamlet
All that lives must die
Gertrude to Hamlet
‘Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
80No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected ‘havior of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
Hamlet to Gertrude
But I have that within which passeth show,
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Hamlet to Gertrude
‘Tis unmanly grief.
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
Claudius to Hamlet
For let the world take note,
You are the most immediate to our throne,
Claudius to Hamlet
I pray thee, stay with us. Go not to Wittenberg.
Gertrude to Hamlet
Oh, that this too, too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,
Or that the Everlasting had not fixed
His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter!
Hamlet to Himself
Tis an unweeded garden
That grows to seed.
Hamlet to Himself