Act 2: Scene 4,5 Flashcards
Tell him that, by his license, Fortinbras
Craves the conveyance of a promised march
Fortinbras to Captain
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
Or for some frontier?
Hamlet to Captain
We go to gain a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
Captain to Hamlet
How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge
Hamlet to Himself
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused.
Hamlet to Himself
Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th’ event—
Hamlet to Himself
Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do ’t.
Hamlet to Himself
Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
55When honor’s at the stake
Hamlet to Himself
How stand I then,
That have a father killed, a mother stained
Hamlet to Himself
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Hamlet to Himself
speaks things in doubt
That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing,
Gentleman to Gertrude
He is dead and gone
Ophelia to Gertrude
Larded all with sweet flowers,
Which bewept to the ground did not go
With true-love showers.
Ophelia to Gertrude
Oh, this is the poison of deep grief. It springs
50All from her father’s death, and now behold!
Claudius to Gertrude
First, her father slain.
Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove.
Claudius to Gertrude
Poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgment
Claudius to Gertrude
O thou vile king,
Give me my father!
Laertes to Claudius
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
Claudius to Laertes
I am guiltless of your father’s death
And am most sensible in grief for it,
Claudius to Laertes
I’ll be revenged
110Most thoroughly for my father.
Laertes to Claudius
O rose of May,
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
Laertes to Ophelia
There’s fennel for you, and columbines.—There’s rue for you
Ophelia to Gertrude
Be you content to lend your patience to us,
And we shall jointly labor with your soul
Claudius to Laertes
So you shall.
And where the offense is, let the great ax fall.
180I pray you, go with me.
Claudius to Gertrude