Marullus But what trade art thou? Answer me directly. Cobbler A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. Marullus What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave, what trade? Cobbler Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. Marullus What mean’st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow! Cobbler Why, sir, cobble you. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1382
Hamlet My fate cries out And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. Still am I called. Unhand me, gentlemen! By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me. I say, away! [To Ghost] Go on, I'll follow thee. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1211
Horatio 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? Think of it. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1212
Polonius Do not believe his vows, for they are brokers Not of that dye which their investments show, But mere implorators of unholy suits, Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds The better to beguile. This is for all — Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "dye"
Polonius Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows, for they are brokers Not of that dye which their investments show, But mere implorators of unholy suits, Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds The better to beguile. This is for all — I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth Have you so slander any moment leisure As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "suits"
Marcellus Is it not like the king? Horatio As thou art to thyself. Such was the very armor he had on When he the ambitious Norway combated. So frowned he once when in an angry parle He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. 'Tis strange. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1206
[A lookout post at the Royal Danish Castle at Elsinore. It's a cold night and Francisco is on duty. Another soldier, Bernardo, approaches. He stops as if he's heard a sound coming from the audience, then cries out] Bernardo Who's there? Francisco Nay, answer me! Stand and unfold yourself! Bernardo Long live the king! Francisco Bernardo? Bernardo He. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1207