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 popup_note_index_item 499
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 popup_note_index_item 500
Rosencrantz Than to entreaty. Guildenstern We both obey, And here give up ourselves in the full bent, To lay our services freely at your feet Read more about popup_note_index_item 439
Claudius Oh, speak of that! That do I long to hear. Polonius Give first admittance to th' ambassadors. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. Claudius Thyself do grace to them and bring them in. Read more about popup_note_index_item 440
Polonius Give first admittance to th' ambassadors. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. Claudius Thyself do grace to them and bring them in. Read more about popup_note_index_item 441
Polonius My liege and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night, night, and time is time — Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief. Your noble son is mad. Mad call I it, for to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go. Gertrude Polonius [He reads from a letter.] Gertrude Polonius [He reads.] Claudius Polonius Claudius Polonius Claudius Gertrude Polonius Claudius Polonius [Indicating his head and shoulder] Claudius Polonius Gertrude Polonius Claudius [Enter Hamlet reading a book]. Gertrude Polonius [Exit Claudius and Gertrude.] Read more about popup_note_index_item 442
Polonius "To the celestial and my soul's idol, the most ‘beautified’ Ophelia" — That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; beautified is a vile phrase. But you shall hear — "thus in her excellent white bosom, these ..." Read more about popup_note_index_item 443
Polonius "Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun does move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love. Oh, dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. I have not art to reckon my groans. But that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it. Adieu. Thine evermore, most dear lady, Whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet." Read more about popup_note_index_item 444
Polonius You know sometimes he walks four hours together Here in the lobby. Gertrude So he has indeed. Polonius At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him. Be you and I behind an arras then, Mark the encounter. If he love her not, And be not from his reason fallen thereon, Let me be no assistant for a state But keep a farm and carters. Read more about popup_note_index_item 445
Hamlet My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Oh, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do you both? Rosencrantz As the indifferent children of the earth. Guildenstern Happy in that we are not over-happy. On Fortune's cap we are not the very button. Hamlet Nor the soles of her shoe? Rosencrantz Neither, my lord. Read more about popup_note_index_item 446