| Quote | Speaker |
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| 'O, woe is me/To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!' | |
| 'The lady doth protest too much, methinks.' | |
| ''Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?' | |
| 'Let me be cruel, not unnatural;/I will speak daggers to her, but use none.' | |
| 'O! my offence is rank, it smells to heaven.' | |
| 'How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!' | |
| 'Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!/I took thee for thy better.' | |
| 'I must be cruel, only to be kind: Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.' | |
| 'A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.' | |
| 'O! from this time forth,/My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!' | |
| 'Good-night, ladies; good-night, sweet ladies; good-night, good-night.' | |
| 'Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,/And therefore I forbid my tears.' | |
| 'I lov'd Ophelia: forty thousand brothers/Could not, with all their quantity of love,/Make up my sum.' | |
| 'Let Hercules himself do what he may,/The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.' | |
| 'The rest is silence' | |
| 'Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;/And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.' | |
| 'Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage.' | |
| 'Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not 'seems.'' | |
| 'How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable/Seem to me all the uses of this world!' | |
| 'Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats/Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.' | |
| 'I'll speak to it though Hell itself should gape/And bid me hold my peace.' | |
| 'This above all — to thine own self be true' | |
| 'Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.' | |
| 'The serpent that did sting thy father's life/Now wears his crown.' | |
| 'Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,/And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,/I will be brief.' | |
| 'More matter with less art.' | |
| 'You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal — except my life — except my life — except my life.' | |
| 'There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.' | |
| 'What a piece of work is a man!' | |
| 'O! what a rogue and peasant slave am I!' | |
| 'The play's the thing,/Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.' | |
| 'To be, or not to be, — that is the question…' | |
| 'Nymph, in thy orisons/Be all my sins remember'd.' | |
| 'Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?' | |
| 'O! what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!' | |
| 'O, woe is me/To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!' | |
| 'The lady doth protest too much, methinks.' | |
| ''Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?' | |
| 'Let me be cruel, not unnatural;/I will speak daggers to her, but use none.' | |
| 'O! my offence is rank, it smells to heaven.' | |
| 'How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!' | |
| 'Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!/I took thee for thy better.' | |
| 'I must be cruel, only to be kind: Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.' | |
| 'A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.' | |
| 'O! from this time forth,/My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!' | |
| 'Good-night, ladies; good-night, sweet ladies; good-night, good-night.' | |
| 'Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,/And therefore I forbid my tears.' | |
| 'I lov'd Ophelia: forty thousand brothers/Could not, with all their quantity of love,/Make up my sum.' | |
| 'Let Hercules himself do what he may,/The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.' | |
| 'The rest is silence' | |
| 'Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;/And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.' | |
| 'Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage.' | |
