Horatio Well, my lord. If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing And 'scape detected, I will pay the theft. Hamlet They are coming to the play. I must be idle. Get you a place. Read more about popup_note_index_item 472
[Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and other Lords.] Claudius How fares our cousin Hamlet? Hamlet Excellent, i'faith, of the chameleon's dish; I eat the air, promise-crammed. You cannot feed capons so. Claudius I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet. These words are not mine. Hamlet No, nor mine. [To Polonius] Now, my lord, Read more about popup_note_index_item 473
Hamlet No, nor mine. [To Polonius] Now, my lord, you played once i'th' university, you say? Polonius That did I, my lord, and was accounted a good actor. Hamlet And what did you enact? Polonius I did enact Julius Caesar. I was killed i'th' Capitol. Brutus killed me. Hamlet It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. Be the players ready? Read more about popup_note_index_item 474
Hamlet [To Ophelia] Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia No, my lord! Hamlet I mean, my head upon your lap. Ophelia Ay, my lord. Hamlet Do you think I meant country matters? Ophelia I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia What is, my lord? Hamlet “Nothing.” Ophelia You are merry, my lord. Read more about popup_note_index_item 475
Ophelia You are merry, my lord. Hamlet Who, I? Ophelia Ay, my lord. Hamlet Oh, God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours. Read more about popup_note_index_item 476
Hamlet may outlive his life halfa year. But, by'r Lady, he must build churches then, or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse whose epitaph is: "For oh, for oh, the hobby-horse is forgot." Read more about popup_note_index_item 477
Ophelia What means this, my lord? Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "dumb show"
Ophelia What means this, my lord? Hamlet Marry, this is “miching mallico” — that means mischief. Ophelia Belike this show imports the argument of the play? Read more about popup_note_index_item 479
Ophelia Belike this show imports the argument of the play? [Enter a Player as Prologue.] Hamlet We shall know by this fellow. The players cannot keep counsel, they'll tell all. Ophelia Will they tell us what this show meant? Hamlet Ay, or any show that you will show him. Be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means. Read more about popup_note_index_item 480
Player King I do believe you think what now you speak, But what we do determine, oft we break. Purpose is but the slave to 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, does the purpose lose. The violence of either grief or joy Their own enactors with themselves destroy. Read more about popup_note_index_item 481