Act 1: Scene 4 Flashcards
The king doth wake tonight and takes his rouse,
Hamlet to Hortio
it is a custom
More honored in the breach than the observance.
Hamlet to Horatio
The dram of evil
Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
40To his own scandal.
Hamlet to Horatio
Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
45Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Hamlet to Ghost
Wherein we saw thee quietly interred,
Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws
To cast thee up again.
Hamlet to Ghost
I do not set my life in a pin’s fee
Hamlet to Horatio
What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
Horatio to Hamlet
My fate cries out
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion’s nerve.
Hamlet to Horatio
I’ll make a ghost of him that lets me.
Hamlet to Horatio
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Marcellus to Horatio
So art thou to revenge when thou shalt hear.
Ghost to Hamlet
Doomed for a certain term to walk the night
Ghost to Hamlet
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away.
Ghost to Hamlet
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
Ghost to Hamlet
Haste me to know ’t, that I, with wings as swift
30As meditation
Hamlet to Ghost
‘Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
A serpent stung me
Ghost to Hamlet
The serpent that did sting thy father’s life
40Now wears his crown.
Ghost to Hamlet
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother’s hand
75Of life, of crown, of queen at once dispatched,
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Ghost to Hamlet
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
Ghost to Hamlet
from the table of my memory
I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records,
100All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past
Hamlet to Himself
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Ghost to Hamlet
thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Hamlet to Himself
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you.
Hamlet to Horatio
And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy
Hamlet to Horatio
How strange or odd soe’er I bear myself
(As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on),
Hamlet to Horatio
The time is out of joint. O cursèd spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Hamlet to Horatio