Lucianus ‘Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing — Considerate season else no creature seeing. Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magic and dire property, On wholesome life, usurp immediately.’ Read more about popup_note_index_item 489
Lucianus ‘Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing — Considerate season else no creature seeing. Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magic and dire property, On wholesome life, usurp immediately.’ Read more about popup_note_index_item 490
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 popup_note_index_item 491
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 popup_note_index_item 492
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 popup_note_index_item 493
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 popup_note_index_item 494
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 popup_note_index_item 495
Guildenstern The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, has sent me to you. Hamlet You are welcome. Guildenstern Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's commandment. If not, your pardon and my return shall be the end of my business. Hamlet Sir, I cannot. Rosencrantz What, my lord? Hamlet Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased. But, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command — or rather, you say, my mother. Therefore no more, but to the matter. My mother, you say. Rosencrantz Then thus she says: your behavior has struck her into amazement and admiration. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "wholesome" and "command"
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 popup_note_index_item 497
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 popup_note_index_item 498