Hamlet Quotes

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Top Hamlet quotes: Why, then, ’tis none to you, for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. To me, it is a prison. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act II, Scene II

O most pernicious woman!
O villain, villain, smiling, damnèd villain!
My tables—meet it is I set it down
That one may smile and smile and be a villain.
At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act I, Scene V

Therefore our sometime sister, now our Queen. 
Th’ imperial jointress to this warlike state, 
Have we, as ’twere with a defeated joy, 
With an auspicious and a dropping eye, 
With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, 
In equal scale weighing delight and dole, 
Taken to wife. William Shakespeare, Claudius

O, that this too, too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 1 Scene 2

What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord?
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o’er his base into the sea,
And there assume some other horrible form
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness? William Shakespeare, Horatio, Act I, Scene IV

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. William Shakespeare, Act I, Scene 4

If it assume my noble father’s person, 
I’ll speak to it though Hell itself should gape
And bid me hold my peace. William Shakespeare, Hamlet

O … that the Everlasting had not fix’d/His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter! William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 2

You come most carefully upon your hour. William Shakespeare, Francisco, line 6

To die, to sleep— To sleep, perchance to dream. William Shakespeare, Hamlet,  Act III, Scene I

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, 
For loan oft loses both itself and friend, 
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. William Shakespeare, Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3

I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia.—Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act III, Scene I

Heaven and earth,
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on, and yet, within a month —
Let me not think on’t — Frailty, thy name is woman! William Shakespeare, Act I, Scene 2

We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act IV, Scene III

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5

And I am sick at heart. William Shakespeare, Francisco

The rest is silence. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act V, Scene II, last words of Hamlet

Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not ‘seems.’ William Shakespeare, Hamlet, line 76

…though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom 
More honoured in the breach than the observance. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 1 Scene 4

Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught. Leave her to heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge
To prick and sting her. William Shakespeare, Ghost of King Hamlet, Act I, Scene V

Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;
but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offenses at
my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. William Shakespeare, Act III, Scene 1

Her death was doubtful,
And, but that great command o’ersways the order,
She should in ground unsanctified been lodged
Till the last trumpet. William Shakespeare, Priest, Act V, Scene I

How strange or odd some’er I bear myself. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5

Not a mouse stirring. William Shakespeare, Francisco, line 10

The lady doth protest too much, methinks. William Shakespeare, Gertrude, Act II, Scene II

O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon ’t,
A brother’s murder. William Shakespeare, Claudius, Act III, Scene III

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, lines 133 and 134

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? — To die, — to sleep, —
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, — ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream — ay, there’s the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come…William Shakespeare, Act III, Scene 1

Why, what an ass am I. … That I/ … must like a whore unpack my heart with words. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2

For anything so o’erdone is from the purpose
of playing, whose end, both at the first and
now, was and is to hold, as ’twere, the mirror up to
nature, to show virtue her own feature, scorn her
own image, and the very age and body of the time
his form and pressure. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act III, Scene II

And let us once again assail your ears, 
That are so fortified against our story,
What we have two nights seen. William Shakespeare, Barnardo

Give it an understanding, but no tongue. William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Though this be madness, yet there is method in ’t. William Shakespeare, Polonius, Act II, Scene II

That one may smile and smile and be a villain. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 1 Scene 5

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. William Shakespeare, Hamlet

O, 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! William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act I, Scene II

The spirit that I have seen may be a devil. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2

When yond same star that’s westward from the pole 
Had made his course t’ illume that part of heaven 
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, 
The bell then beating one. William Shakespeare, Barnardo

O, woe is me
T’ have seen what I have seen, see what I see! William Shakespeare, Ophelia, Act III, Scene I

My father’s spirit in arms! all is not well; 
I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! 
Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise, 
Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s eyes. William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? William Shakespeare, Act V, Scene 1

This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act III, Scene IV

To be or not to be, that is the question. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in
reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving
How express and admirable; in action how like
an angel, in apprehension how like a god: the
beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and
yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act II, Scene I

It harrows me with fear and wonder. William Shakespeare, Horatio

I’ll have these players
Play something like the murder of my father
Before mine uncle. I’ll observe his looks;
I’ll tent him to the quick. If he do blench,
I know my course. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act II, Scene II

The time is out of joint; O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right! William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. William Shakespeare, Horatio,  Act V, Scene II

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. William Shakespeare, Ophelia, lines 47 through 51

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers
Could not with all their quantity of love
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her? William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act V, Scene I

O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, 
Would have mourned longer—-married with my uncle, 
My father’s brother. William Shakespeare, Hamlet

You go not till I set you up a glass/Where you may see the inmost part of you. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 4

What art thou that usurp’st this time of night,
Together with that fair and warlike form 
In which the majesty of buried Denmark 
Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak! William Shakespeare, Horatio

Mad as the sea and wind when both contend
Which is the mightier. William Shakespeare, Gertrude, Act IV, Scene I

I will speak daggers to her, but use none. William Shakespeare, Act III, Scene II

How strange or odd soe’er I bear myself —
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on. William Shakespeare, Hamlet

How all occasions do inform against me
And spur my dull revenge. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act IV, Scene IV

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. William Shakespeare, Polonius, line 61

Sith, I have cause, and will, and strength, and means to do’t. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 4

If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain
To tell my story. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act V, Scene II

But in the gross and scope of mine opinion 
This bodes some strange eruption to our state. William Shakespeare, Horatio

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below;
Words without thoughts never to heaven go. William Shakespeare, Claudius, Act III, Scene III

But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue! William Shakespeare, Hamlet, line 159

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? William Shakespeare, Act III, Scene II

So, again, good night.
I must be cruel only to be kind.
This bad begins, and worse remains behind. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act III, Scene IV

A mote it is to trouble the mind’s eye. 
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.
As stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood 
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star 
Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. William Shakespeare, Horatio

Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love. William Shakespeare, Hamlet’s Letter to Ophelia, Act II, Scene II

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 2 Scene 2

The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act IV, Scene II

Stay, illusion! 
If thou hast any sound or use of voice, 
Speak to me. 
If there be any good thing to be done 
That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, 
Speak to me.
If thou art privy to thy country’s fate, 
Which happily foreknowing may avoid,
O speak! 
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life 
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, 
For which, they say, your spirits oft walk in death,
Speak of it, stay and speak! William Shakespeare, Horatio

I have heard of your paintings too, well
enough. God hath given you one face, and you
make yourselves another. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act III, Scene I

The lady protests too much, methinks. William Shakespeare, Gertrude, Act 3 Scene 2

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak’d meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. 
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven 
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! William Shakespeare, Hamlet

The play’s the thing wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king. William Shakespeare, Act II, Scene II

Let four captains
Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage,
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have proved most royal; and for his passage,
The soldier’s music and the rite of war
Speak loudly for him. William Shakespeare, Fortinbras, Act V, Scene II

And our vain blows malicious mockery. William Shakespeare, Marcellus

What a piece of work is 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! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! William Shakespeare, Act II, Scene, II

And then it [the ghost] started like a guilty thing 
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard 
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, 
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat 
Awake the god of day, and at his warning, 
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, 
Th’ extravagant and erring spirit hies 
To his confine. William Shakespeare, Horatio

If it be now, ’tis not to come: if it be not to come, it will be now: if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 5 Scene 2

Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life at a pin’s fee;
And for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself? William Shakespeare, Hamlet, lines 64 through 67

He was a man, take him for all in all, 
I shall not look upon his like again. William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Some say that ever ’gainst that season comes 
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long, 
And then they say no spirit dare stir abroad, 
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, 
So hallowed, and so gracious, is that time. William Shakespeare, Marcellus

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief. William Shakespeare, Polonius, Act II, Scene II

But look, the morn in russet mantle clad 
Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastward hill. William Shakespeare, Horatio

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. William Shakespeare, Polonius, Act I, Scene III

Goodnight, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! William Shakespeare, Horatio, Act 5 Scene 2

A little more than kin, and less than kind. William Shakespeare, Act I, Scene II

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death, 
The memory be green, and that it us befitted 
To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom 
To be contracted in one brow of woe. William Shakespeare, Claudius

But, to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honored in the breach than the observance. William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act I, Scene IV

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