May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under 't.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6._
The heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
The air is delicate.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6._
If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We 'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would,"
Like the poor cat i' the adage.[118-1]
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
Nor time nor place
Did then adhere.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
_Macb._ If we should fail?
_Lady M._ We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we 'll not fail.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
Memory, the warder of the brain.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
There 's husbandry in heaven;
Their candles are all out.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Shut up
In measureless content.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Now o'er the one half-world
Nature seems dead.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._
The bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[119-1]
The attempt and not the deed
Confounds us.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[119-1]
I had most need of blessing, and "Amen"
Stuck in my throat.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[119-1]
Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep!" the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1]
Infirm of purpose!
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1]
'T is the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1]
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1]
The labour we delight in physics pain.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]
Dire combustion and confused events
New hatch'd to the woful time.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]
Tongue nor heart
Cannot conceive nor name thee!
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' the building!
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment?
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]
There 's daggers in men's smiles.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4._[120-3]
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Thine own life's means!
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4._
I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._
_Mur._ We are men, my liege.
_Mac._ Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._
I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid on 't.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Things without all remedy
Should be without regard; what 's done is done.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well:
Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
In them Nature's copy 's not eterne.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
A deed of dreadful note.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 3._
But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Thou canst not say I did it; never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
The air-drawn dagger.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
The time has been,
That when the brains were out the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
I drink to the general joy o' the whole table.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
A thing of custom,--'t is no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,--
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting,
With most admir'd disorder.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder?
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
_Macb._ What is the night?
_L. Macb._ Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
My little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 5._
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
A deed without a name.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I 'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like shadows, so depart!
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I 'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antic round.[123-1]
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The weird sisters.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Unless the deed go with it.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Stands Scotland where it did?
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
And braggart with my tongue.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
The night is long that never finds the day.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._
Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard?
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood
in him?
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._
My way of life
Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but in their stead
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._
_Doct._ Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.
_Macb._ Cure her of that.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
_Doct._ Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
_Macb._ Throw physic to the dogs: I 'll none of it.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._
Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
The cry is still, "They come!" our castle's strength
Will laugh a siege to scorn.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._
My fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life 's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._
I pull in resolution, and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane."
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._
I gin to be aweary of the sun.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._
Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we 'll die with harness on our back.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 6._
I bear a charmed life.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1]
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense:
That keep the word of promise to our ear
And break it to our hope.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1]
Live to be the show and gaze o' the time.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1]
Lay on, Macduff,
And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1]
For this relief much thanks: 't is bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
Whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
This sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir[127-1] abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.[127-2]
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
The memory be green.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
With an auspicious and a dropping eye,[127-3]
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
The head is not more native to the heart.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not "seems."
'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
'T is a fault to Heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
That it should come to this!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Frailty, thy name is woman!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
A little month.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Like Niobe, all tears.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
A beast, that wants discourse of reason.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
It is not nor it cannot come to good.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Season your admiration for a while.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
In the dead vast and middle of the night.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe.[128-1]
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
_Ham._ His beard was grizzled,--no?
_Hor._ It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable silver'd.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Let it be tenable in your silence still.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Gave it an understanding, but no tongue.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
The canker galls the infants of the spring
Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own rede.[129-1]
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops[129-2] of steel.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
Springes to catch woodcocks.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
_Ham._ The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
_Hor._ It is a nipping and an eager air.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honoured in the breach than the observance.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou comest in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws
To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous,[131-1] and we fools of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._
I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._
My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._
Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I 'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._
I am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,[131-2]
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part
And each particular hair to stand an end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:[131-3]
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That roots itself[131-4] in ease on Lethe wharf.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Leave her to heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
While memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Within the book and volume of my brain.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,--meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain:
At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmark.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
_Ham._ There 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he 's an arrant knave.
_Hor._ There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Every man has business and desire,
Such as it is.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Art thou there, truepenny?
Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,
A savageness in unreclaimed blood.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1._
This is the very ecstasy of love.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Brevity is the soul of wit.[133-1]
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
More matter, with less art.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity;
And pity 't is 't is true.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Find out the cause of this effect,
Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
To be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of
ten thousand.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Still harping on my daughter.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
_Pol._ What do you read, my lord?
_Ham._ Words, words, words.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
They have a plentiful lack of wit.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
On fortune's cap we are not the very button.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
A dream itself is but a shadow.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory;
this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden
fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and
pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man!
how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving
how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in
apprehension how like a god!