“King:
But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son –
Hamlet (aside):
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
King: How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
Hamlet:
Not so, my Lord; I am too much I’th’sun.
Queen:
Good Hamlet, cast thy knighted colour off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark,
Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.673).
“Polonius:
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.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.676).
“Ghost:
But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
Taint no thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.678).
“Hamlet:
… to me it is a prison.
Rosencrantz:
Why, then, your ambition makes it one; ‘tis too
Narrow for your mind.
Hamlet:
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and
Count myself a king of infinite space, where it not
That I have bad dreams.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.684).
“Hamlet:
Is it not monstrous, that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his own conceit,
That, from her working, all his visage wann’d
Tears in his eyes, distraction in’s aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing!
For Hecuba!
What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her? What would he do,
Had he the motive and the cue for passion
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears,
And cleave the general ear with horrid speech;
Make mad the guilty, and appal the free,
Confound the ignorant; and amaze, indeed,
The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Yet I,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing; no, not for a king,
Upon whose property and most dear life
A damn’d defeat was made. Am I a coward?” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.687).
“Hamlet:
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 heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ‘tis consummation
Devoutly to be wisht. To die, - to sleep; -
To sleep! Perchance to dream; ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause; there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death, -
The undiscover’d country, from whose bourn
No travellers returns, - puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.688).
“King:
Madness in great ones must not unwatcht go.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.689).
“Player King:
I do believe you think what now you speak
But what we do determine oft we break.
Purpose is but the slave of memory;
Of violent birth, but poor validity:
Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;
But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.
Most necessary ‘tis that we forget
To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending doth the purpose lose.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.692).
“Hamlet:
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.694).
“King:
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;
And like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin
And both neglect.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.694).
“Queen:
O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Hamlet:
O, throw away the worser part of it
And live the purer with the other half.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.697).
“Hamlet:
I must be cruel, only to be kind,
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.697).
“Hamlet:
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.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.699).
“Queen:
So full of artless joy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.700).
“Hamlet:
… there’s a special
Providence in the fall of a sparrow. 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 readi-
ness is all: since no man knows aught of what he
leaves, what is’t to leave betimes? Let be.
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