SHAKESPEARE Free Important Quotes/Explanation:Shakespeare:Hamlet ,vol-1
IMPORTANT QUOTES/ EXPLANATION ( HAMLET-VOL-1) date:1/6/2009
1. Not a mouse stirring. -Hamlet, 1. 1
2. In the most high and palmy state of Rome,A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted deadDid squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. -Hamlet, 1. 1
3. And then it started like a guilty thingUpon a fearful summons. -Hamlet, 1. 1
4. It faded on the crowing of the cock.Some say that ever 'gainst that season comesWherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,The bird of dawning singeth all night long:And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad;The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. -Hamlet, 1. 1
5. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill. -Hamlet, 1. 1
6. The memory be green. -Hamlet, 1. 2
7. With an auspicious and a dropping eye, With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,In equal scale weighing delight and dole. -Hamlet, 1. 2
8. The head is not more native to the heart. -Hamlet, 1. 2
9. A little more than kin, and less than kind. -Hamlet, 1. 2
10. All that lives must die,Passing through nature to eternity. -Hamlet, 1. 2
11. Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. Hamlet, 1. 3
12. It is a nipping and an eager air. -Hamlet, 1. 4
13. But to my mind, - though I am native hereAnd to the manner born, - it is a customMore honoured in the breach than the observance. -Hamlet, 1. 4
14. Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned,Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,Be thy intents wicked or charitable,Thou comest in such a questionable shapeThat I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet,King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!Let me not burst in ignorance, but tellWhy thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,Hath oped his ponderous and marble jawsTo cast thee up again. What may this mean,That thou, dead corse, again in complete steelRevisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,Making night hideous, and we fools of natureSo horridly to shake our dispositionWith thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? -Hamlet, 1. 4
15. I do not set my life at a pin's fee;And set my soul, what can it do to that,Being a thing immortal as itself? -Hamlet, 1. 4
16. Unhand me, gentlemen.By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me! -Hamlet, 1. 4
17. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. -Hamlet, 1. 4
18. I am thy father's spirit;Doomed for a certain term to walk the night,And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of natureAre burnt and purged away. But that I am forbidTo tell the secrets of my prison-house,I could a tale unfold, whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to partAnd each particular hair to stand an end,Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:But this eternal blazon must not beTo ears of flesh and blood. - List, list, O, list!- Hamlet, 1. 5
19. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.-Hamlet, 1. 5
20. Murder most foul.-Hamlet, 1. 5
21. But I have that within which passeth show;These but the trappings and the suits of woe. -Hamlet, 1. 2
22. 'Tis a fault to Heaven,A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,To reason most absurd. -Hamlet, 1. 2
23. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!Or that the Everlasting had not fix'dHis canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitableSeem to me all the uses of this world! -Hamlet, 1. 2
24. That it should come to this! -Hamlet, 1. 2
25. Why, she would hang on him,As if increase of appetite had grownBy what it fed on. -Hamlet, 1. 2
26. Frailty, thy name is woman! -Hamlet, 1. 2
27. A little month. -Hamlet, 1. 2
28. Like Niobe, all tears. -Hamlet, 1. 2
29. My father's brother, but no more like my fatherThan I to Hercules.-Hamlet, 1. 2
30. It is not, nor it cannot come to good. -Hamlet, 1. 2
31. A truant disposition, good my lord.-Hamlet, 1. 2
32. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meatsDid coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. -Hamlet, 1. 2
33. In my mind's eye, Horatio. -Hamlet, 1. 2
34. He was a man, take him for all in all,I shall not look upon his like again. -Hamlet, 1. 2
35. Season your admiration for a while. -Hamlet, 1. 2
36. In the dead vast and middle of the night.-Hamlet, 1. 2
37. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. -Hamlet, 1. 2
38. All is not well;I doubt some foul play.-Hamlet, 1. 2
39. Foul deeds will rise,Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. -Hamlet, 1. 2
40. A violet in the youth of primy nature,Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,The perfume and suppliance of a minute. -Hamlet, 1. 3
41. And keep you in the rear of your affection,Out of the shot and danger of desire,The chariest maid is prodigal enoughIf she unmasks her beauty to the moon.-Hamlet, 1. 3
42. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;Whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine,Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,And recks not his own rede.-Hamlet, 1. 3
43. Give thy thoughts no tongue. -Hamlet, 1. 3
44. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel. -Hamlet, 1. 3
45. The apparel oft proclaims the man. -Hamlet, 1. 3
46. Neither a borrower nor a lender be;For loan oft loses both itself and friend,And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.-Hamlet, 1. 3
47. This above all: to thine own self be true,And it must follow, as the night the day,Thou canst not then be false to any man. -Hamlet, 1. 3
48. You speak like a green girl,Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.-Hamlet, 1. 3
49. Springes to catch woodcocks. -Hamlet, 1. 3
50. When the blood burns, how prodigal the soulLends the tongue vows. -Hamlet, 1. 3
51. Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. -Hamlet, 1. 3
52. It is a nipping and an eager air. -Hamlet, 1. 4
53. But to my mind, - though I am native hereAnd to the manner born, - it is a customMore honoured in the breach than the observance. -Hamlet, 1. 4
54. Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned,Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,Be thy intents wicked or charitable,Thou comest in such a questionable shapeThat I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet,King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!Let me not burst in ignorance, but tellWhy thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,Hath oped his ponderous and marble jawsTo cast thee up again. What may this mean,That thou, dead corse, again in complete steelRevisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,Making night hideous, and we fools of natureSo horridly to shake our dispositionWith thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? -Hamlet, 1. 4
55. I do not set my life at a pin's fee;And set my soul, what can it do to that,Being a thing immortal as itself? -Hamlet, 1. 4
56. Unhand me, gentlemen.By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me! -Hamlet, 1. 4
57. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. -Hamlet, 1. 4
58. I am thy father's spirit;Doomed for a certain term to walk the night,And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of natureAre burnt and purged away. But that I am forbidTo tell the secrets of my prison-house,I could a tale unfold, whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to partAnd each particular hair to stand an end,Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:But this eternal blazon must not beTo ears of flesh and blood. - List, list, O, list! -Hamlet, 1. 5
59. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.-Hamlet, 1. 5
60. Murder most foul.-Hamlet, 1. 5
· my prophetic soul!My uncle! -Hamlet, 1. 5
61. And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weedThat roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf. -Hamlet, 1. 5
62. But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air. -Hamlet, 1. 5
· Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! -Hamlet, 1. 5
63. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled,No reckoning made, but sent to my accountWith all my imperfections on my head.O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible! -Hamlet, 1. 5
64. Leave her to heavenAnd to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,To prick and sting her. -Hamlet, 1. 5
65. The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. -Hamlet, 1. 5
66. Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatIn this distracted globe. Remember thee!Yea, from the table of my memoryI'll wipe away all trivial fond records. -Hamlet, 1. 5
· most pernicious woman!O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!My tables,-meet it is I set it down,That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain:At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark. -Hamlet, 1. 5
1. Not a mouse stirring. -Hamlet, 1. 1
2. In the most high and palmy state of Rome,A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted deadDid squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. -Hamlet, 1. 1
3. And then it started like a guilty thingUpon a fearful summons. -Hamlet, 1. 1
4. It faded on the crowing of the cock.Some say that ever 'gainst that season comesWherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,The bird of dawning singeth all night long:And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad;The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. -Hamlet, 1. 1
5. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill. -Hamlet, 1. 1
6. The memory be green. -Hamlet, 1. 2
7. With an auspicious and a dropping eye, With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,In equal scale weighing delight and dole. -Hamlet, 1. 2
8. The head is not more native to the heart. -Hamlet, 1. 2
9. A little more than kin, and less than kind. -Hamlet, 1. 2
10. All that lives must die,Passing through nature to eternity. -Hamlet, 1. 2
11. Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. Hamlet, 1. 3
12. It is a nipping and an eager air. -Hamlet, 1. 4
13. But to my mind, - though I am native hereAnd to the manner born, - it is a customMore honoured in the breach than the observance. -Hamlet, 1. 4
14. Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned,Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,Be thy intents wicked or charitable,Thou comest in such a questionable shapeThat I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet,King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!Let me not burst in ignorance, but tellWhy thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,Hath oped his ponderous and marble jawsTo cast thee up again. What may this mean,That thou, dead corse, again in complete steelRevisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,Making night hideous, and we fools of natureSo horridly to shake our dispositionWith thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? -Hamlet, 1. 4
15. I do not set my life at a pin's fee;And set my soul, what can it do to that,Being a thing immortal as itself? -Hamlet, 1. 4
16. Unhand me, gentlemen.By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me! -Hamlet, 1. 4
17. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. -Hamlet, 1. 4
18. I am thy father's spirit;Doomed for a certain term to walk the night,And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of natureAre burnt and purged away. But that I am forbidTo tell the secrets of my prison-house,I could a tale unfold, whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to partAnd each particular hair to stand an end,Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:But this eternal blazon must not beTo ears of flesh and blood. - List, list, O, list!- Hamlet, 1. 5
19. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.-Hamlet, 1. 5
20. Murder most foul.-Hamlet, 1. 5
21. But I have that within which passeth show;These but the trappings and the suits of woe. -Hamlet, 1. 2
22. 'Tis a fault to Heaven,A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,To reason most absurd. -Hamlet, 1. 2
23. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!Or that the Everlasting had not fix'dHis canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitableSeem to me all the uses of this world! -Hamlet, 1. 2
24. That it should come to this! -Hamlet, 1. 2
25. Why, she would hang on him,As if increase of appetite had grownBy what it fed on. -Hamlet, 1. 2
26. Frailty, thy name is woman! -Hamlet, 1. 2
27. A little month. -Hamlet, 1. 2
28. Like Niobe, all tears. -Hamlet, 1. 2
29. My father's brother, but no more like my fatherThan I to Hercules.-Hamlet, 1. 2
30. It is not, nor it cannot come to good. -Hamlet, 1. 2
31. A truant disposition, good my lord.-Hamlet, 1. 2
32. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meatsDid coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. -Hamlet, 1. 2
33. In my mind's eye, Horatio. -Hamlet, 1. 2
34. He was a man, take him for all in all,I shall not look upon his like again. -Hamlet, 1. 2
35. Season your admiration for a while. -Hamlet, 1. 2
36. In the dead vast and middle of the night.-Hamlet, 1. 2
37. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. -Hamlet, 1. 2
38. All is not well;I doubt some foul play.-Hamlet, 1. 2
39. Foul deeds will rise,Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. -Hamlet, 1. 2
40. A violet in the youth of primy nature,Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,The perfume and suppliance of a minute. -Hamlet, 1. 3
41. And keep you in the rear of your affection,Out of the shot and danger of desire,The chariest maid is prodigal enoughIf she unmasks her beauty to the moon.-Hamlet, 1. 3
42. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;Whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine,Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,And recks not his own rede.-Hamlet, 1. 3
43. Give thy thoughts no tongue. -Hamlet, 1. 3
44. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel. -Hamlet, 1. 3
45. The apparel oft proclaims the man. -Hamlet, 1. 3
46. Neither a borrower nor a lender be;For loan oft loses both itself and friend,And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.-Hamlet, 1. 3
47. This above all: to thine own self be true,And it must follow, as the night the day,Thou canst not then be false to any man. -Hamlet, 1. 3
48. You speak like a green girl,Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.-Hamlet, 1. 3
49. Springes to catch woodcocks. -Hamlet, 1. 3
50. When the blood burns, how prodigal the soulLends the tongue vows. -Hamlet, 1. 3
51. Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. -Hamlet, 1. 3
52. It is a nipping and an eager air. -Hamlet, 1. 4
53. But to my mind, - though I am native hereAnd to the manner born, - it is a customMore honoured in the breach than the observance. -Hamlet, 1. 4
54. Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned,Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,Be thy intents wicked or charitable,Thou comest in such a questionable shapeThat I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet,King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!Let me not burst in ignorance, but tellWhy thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,Hath oped his ponderous and marble jawsTo cast thee up again. What may this mean,That thou, dead corse, again in complete steelRevisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,Making night hideous, and we fools of natureSo horridly to shake our dispositionWith thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? -Hamlet, 1. 4
55. I do not set my life at a pin's fee;And set my soul, what can it do to that,Being a thing immortal as itself? -Hamlet, 1. 4
56. Unhand me, gentlemen.By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me! -Hamlet, 1. 4
57. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. -Hamlet, 1. 4
58. I am thy father's spirit;Doomed for a certain term to walk the night,And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of natureAre burnt and purged away. But that I am forbidTo tell the secrets of my prison-house,I could a tale unfold, whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to partAnd each particular hair to stand an end,Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:But this eternal blazon must not beTo ears of flesh and blood. - List, list, O, list! -Hamlet, 1. 5
59. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.-Hamlet, 1. 5
60. Murder most foul.-Hamlet, 1. 5
· my prophetic soul!My uncle! -Hamlet, 1. 5
61. And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weedThat roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf. -Hamlet, 1. 5
62. But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air. -Hamlet, 1. 5
· Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! -Hamlet, 1. 5
63. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled,No reckoning made, but sent to my accountWith all my imperfections on my head.O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible! -Hamlet, 1. 5
64. Leave her to heavenAnd to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,To prick and sting her. -Hamlet, 1. 5
65. The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. -Hamlet, 1. 5
66. Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatIn this distracted globe. Remember thee!Yea, from the table of my memoryI'll wipe away all trivial fond records. -Hamlet, 1. 5
· most pernicious woman!O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!My tables,-meet it is I set it down,That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain:At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark. -Hamlet, 1. 5
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