Hamlet quotes Flashcards
I have that within
which passes show
Thou know’st tis common; all that lives must die, /
Passing through nature to eternity
the Everlasting had not fixed /
His canon ‘gainst self-slaugther!
confined to fast in fires, / Till the foul crimes
done in my days… / Are burnt and purged away
I could be bounded in a nutshell and count /
myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams
O what a rogues
peasant man am I!
I am pigeon-livered,
and lack gall
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer…
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
Your sister’s
drowned
Therewith fantastic garlands
mermaid-like
Her death
was doubtful
That skull had a tongue in it,
and could sing once
To put an
antic disposition on
the native hue of resolution /
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought
Madness in great ones
must not unwatched go
I am essentially not in madness /
But mad in craft
At supper!
Not where he eats but where he is eaten
His madness is
poor Hamlet’s enemy
Revenge his foul
and most unnatural murder
The play’s the thing /
Wherin I’ll catch the conscience of the King
Revenge should have
no bounds
thou incestuous, murderos
damned Dane
This bodes some strange
eruption to our state
his will is not his own /
For he himself is subject to his birth
Something is rotten
in the state of Denmark
Denmark’s
a prison
Oh my offence is rank,
it smells to heaven
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below /
Words without thoughts never to heaven go
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed, /
Stewed in corruption, honeying and making love
If this had not been a gentlewoman
she should have been buried out o’ Christian burial
I’ll loose my daughter
to him
the earth, seems to me
a sterile / promontory
their inhibition comes by the means of the late innovation
an eyrie of children
with devotion’s visage / And pious action
we do sugar o’er / The devil himself
God hath / given you one face
and you make yourselves another
Frailty,
thy name is woman
Tis unmanly
grief
my most seeming
virtuous grief
More matter
with less art
You jig, you amble,
and you lisp
Conceit in the
weakest strongest works
I shall my lord,
I pray you pardon me
