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 Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "that means mischief"
Hamlet 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breaks out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on. Soft, now to my mother. Oh heart, loose not thy nature! Let not ever The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom. Let me be cruel, not unnatural. I will speak daggers to her, but use none. My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites. How in my words somever she be shent, To give them seals, never my soul consent! [Exit Hamlet.] Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Nero
Hamlet Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass. And there is much music, excellent voice, in this little compass, yet cannot you make it. Why, do you think that I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will; though you fret me, you cannot play upon me. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "fret"
Rosencrantz Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely bar the door of your own liberty if you deny your griefs to your friend. Hamlet Sir, I lack advancement. Rosencrantz How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark? Hamlet Ay, sir, but "while the grass grows" — the proverb is something musty. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "while the grass grows"
Rosencrantz She desires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed. Hamlet We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "ten times our mother"
Hamlet Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to his doctor; for, for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far more choler. Guildenstern Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair. Hamlet I am tame, sir. Pronounce. Guildenstern The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, has sent me to you. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "frame," start," and "tame"
Guildenstern The king, sir ... Hamlet Ay, sir, what of him? Guildenstern Is in his retirement, marvelous distempered. Hamlet With drink, sir? Guildenstern No, my lord, rather with choler. Hamlet Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to his doctor; for, for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far more choler. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "choler", "purgation"
Hamlet "For thou dost know, Oh, Damon dear, This realm dismantled was of Jove himself, and now reigns here A very, very — pajock." Horatio You might have rhymed. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "You might have rhymed"
Hamlet "For thou dost know, Oh, Damon dear, This realm dismantled was of Jove himself, and now reigns here A very, very — pajock." Horatio You might have rhymed. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "Oh, Damon dear"
All Lights, lights, lights! [Exit all except Hamlet and Horatio] Hamlet [Hamlet merrily sings a few lines from a ballad] ‘Why, let the strucken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play. For some must watch, while some must sleep, So runs the world away.’ Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers (if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me) with two provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir? Horatio Half a share. Hamlet A whole one, I. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "turn Turk"