Final Suggestion : Hamlet quotes/ explanation Vol-4
1. 'Tis now the very witching time of night,When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes outContagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood.And do such bitter business as the dayWould quake to look on.-Hamlet, 3. 2
2. Let me be cruel, not unnatural;I will speak daggers to her, but use none. -Hamlet, 3. 2
3. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven. -Hamlet, 3. 3
4. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:Words without thoughts never to heaven go. -Hamlet, 3. 3
5. Dead, for a ducat, dead! -Hamlet, 3. 4
6. A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,As kill a king, and marry with his brother.-Hamlet, 3. 4
7. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!I took thee for thy better.-Hamlet, 3. 4
8. A rhapsody of words. -Hamlet, 3. 4
9. You cannot call it love, for at your ageThe hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,And waits upon the judgment.-Hamlet, 3. 4
10. Speak no more;Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul-Hamlet, 3. 4
11. Nay, but to liveIn the rank sweat of an unseamed bed,Stewed in corruption, honeying and making loveOver the nasty sty.-Hamlet, 3. 4
12. A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,And put it in his pocket! -Hamlet, 3. 4
13. A king of shreds and patches. -Hamlet, 3. 4
14. Mother, for love of grace,Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. -Hamlet, 3. 4
15. Confess yourself to heaven;Repent what's past; avoid what is to come. -Hamlet, 3. 4
16. Assume a virtue, if you have it not.That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,Of habits devil, is angel yet in this. -Hamlet, 3. 4
17. I must be cruel, only to be kind.-Hamlet, 3. 4
18. For 'tis the sport to have the enginerHoist with his own petar. -Hamlet, 3. 4
19. Diseases desperate grownBy desperate appliance are relieved,Or not at all.-Hamlet, 4. 3
20. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. -Hamlet, 4. 3
21. We go to gain a little patch of ground,That hath in it no profit but the name.-Hamlet, 4. 4
22. Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,Looking before and after, gave us notThat capability and godlike reasonTo fust in us unused. -Hamlet, 4. 4
23. Rightly to be greatIs not to stir without great argument,But greatly to find quarrel in a strawWhen honour's at the stake. -Hamlet, 4. 4
24. How should I your true love knowFrom another one?By his cockle hat and staff,And his sandal shoon.-Hamlet, 4. 5
25. He is dead and gone, lady,He is dead and gone,At his head a green-grass tuft;At his heels a stone.-Hamlet, 4. 5
26. Lord! we know what we are, but know not what we may be. -Hamlet, 4. 5
27. To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,All in the morning betime. -Hamlet, 4. 5
28. Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes. -Hamlet, 4. 5
29. Come, my coach! Good-night ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night. -Hamlet, 4. 5
30. When sorrows come, they come not single spies,But in battalions. -Hamlet, 4. 5
31. There's such divinity doth hedge a king,That treason can but peep to what it would. -Hamlet, 4. 5
32. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. -Hamlet, 4. 5
33. His beard was as white as snow.-Hamlet, 4. 5
34. His means of death, his obscure burial,No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,No noble rite nor formal ostentation.-Hamlet, 4. 5
35. And where the offence is let the great axe fall.-Hamlet, 4. 5
36. A very riband in the cap of youth. -Hamlet, 4. 7
37. One woe doth tread upon another's heel,So fast they follow.-Hamlet, 4. 7
38. There is a willow grows aslant a brook,that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;There with fantastic garlands did she comeOf crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purplesThat liberal shepherds give a grosser name,But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weedsClambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;When down her weedy trophies and herselfFell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,-Hamlet, 4. 7
39. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,And therefore I forbid my tears; but yetIt is our trick, nature her custom holds,-
Let shame say what it will. -Hamlet, 4. 7
40. Is she to be buried in Christian burial that willfully seeks her own salvation?-Hamlet, 5. 1
41. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers and grave-makers. -Hamlet, 5. 1
42. First Clown: What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?Second Clown: The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.-Hamlet, 5. 1
43. Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating. Hamlet, 5. 1
44. But age, with his stealing stepsHath clawed me in his clutch.-Hamlet, 5. 1
45. A politician…one that would circumvent God. -Hamlet, 5. 1
46. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? -Hamlet, 5. 1
47. The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. -Hamlet, 5. 1
48. Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? -Hamlet, 5. 1
49. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. -Hamlet, 5. 1
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2. Let me be cruel, not unnatural;I will speak daggers to her, but use none. -Hamlet, 3. 2
3. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven. -Hamlet, 3. 3
4. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:Words without thoughts never to heaven go. -Hamlet, 3. 3
5. Dead, for a ducat, dead! -Hamlet, 3. 4
6. A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,As kill a king, and marry with his brother.-Hamlet, 3. 4
7. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!I took thee for thy better.-Hamlet, 3. 4
8. A rhapsody of words. -Hamlet, 3. 4
9. You cannot call it love, for at your ageThe hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,And waits upon the judgment.-Hamlet, 3. 4
10. Speak no more;Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul-Hamlet, 3. 4
11. Nay, but to liveIn the rank sweat of an unseamed bed,Stewed in corruption, honeying and making loveOver the nasty sty.-Hamlet, 3. 4
12. A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,And put it in his pocket! -Hamlet, 3. 4
13. A king of shreds and patches. -Hamlet, 3. 4
14. Mother, for love of grace,Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. -Hamlet, 3. 4
15. Confess yourself to heaven;Repent what's past; avoid what is to come. -Hamlet, 3. 4
16. Assume a virtue, if you have it not.That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,Of habits devil, is angel yet in this. -Hamlet, 3. 4
17. I must be cruel, only to be kind.-Hamlet, 3. 4
18. For 'tis the sport to have the enginerHoist with his own petar. -Hamlet, 3. 4
19. Diseases desperate grownBy desperate appliance are relieved,Or not at all.-Hamlet, 4. 3
20. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. -Hamlet, 4. 3
21. We go to gain a little patch of ground,That hath in it no profit but the name.-Hamlet, 4. 4
22. Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,Looking before and after, gave us notThat capability and godlike reasonTo fust in us unused. -Hamlet, 4. 4
23. Rightly to be greatIs not to stir without great argument,But greatly to find quarrel in a strawWhen honour's at the stake. -Hamlet, 4. 4
24. How should I your true love knowFrom another one?By his cockle hat and staff,And his sandal shoon.-Hamlet, 4. 5
25. He is dead and gone, lady,He is dead and gone,At his head a green-grass tuft;At his heels a stone.-Hamlet, 4. 5
26. Lord! we know what we are, but know not what we may be. -Hamlet, 4. 5
27. To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,All in the morning betime. -Hamlet, 4. 5
28. Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes. -Hamlet, 4. 5
29. Come, my coach! Good-night ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night. -Hamlet, 4. 5
30. When sorrows come, they come not single spies,But in battalions. -Hamlet, 4. 5
31. There's such divinity doth hedge a king,That treason can but peep to what it would. -Hamlet, 4. 5
32. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. -Hamlet, 4. 5
33. His beard was as white as snow.-Hamlet, 4. 5
34. His means of death, his obscure burial,No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,No noble rite nor formal ostentation.-Hamlet, 4. 5
35. And where the offence is let the great axe fall.-Hamlet, 4. 5
36. A very riband in the cap of youth. -Hamlet, 4. 7
37. One woe doth tread upon another's heel,So fast they follow.-Hamlet, 4. 7
38. There is a willow grows aslant a brook,that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;There with fantastic garlands did she comeOf crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purplesThat liberal shepherds give a grosser name,But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weedsClambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;When down her weedy trophies and herselfFell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,-Hamlet, 4. 7
39. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,And therefore I forbid my tears; but yetIt is our trick, nature her custom holds,-
Let shame say what it will. -Hamlet, 4. 7
40. Is she to be buried in Christian burial that willfully seeks her own salvation?-Hamlet, 5. 1
41. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers and grave-makers. -Hamlet, 5. 1
42. First Clown: What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?Second Clown: The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.-Hamlet, 5. 1
43. Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating. Hamlet, 5. 1
44. But age, with his stealing stepsHath clawed me in his clutch.-Hamlet, 5. 1
45. A politician…one that would circumvent God. -Hamlet, 5. 1
46. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? -Hamlet, 5. 1
47. The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. -Hamlet, 5. 1
48. Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? -Hamlet, 5. 1
49. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. -Hamlet, 5. 1
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