Hamlet (2000) Edit

A beast that wants discourse of reason would have mourned longer.

A beast,

A certain convocation of politic worms are eating at him.

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

A double blessing is a double grace.

A foolish figure, but farewell it, for I will use no art.

A heart unfortified, a mind impatient.

A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.

A little month

A man's life is no more than to say "one."

A mother stained,

A murderer. A king of shreds and patches...

A sister...

A thought which, quartered, hath but one part wisdom

A truant disposition, good my lord.

Aboard, aboard, for shame.

Abuses me to damn me.

Affection.

Air, trees, birds,

Alack, I had forgot.

Alas, he's mad.

Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?

All given to mine ear.

All that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity.

Almost as bad, good Mother,

Alone.

Amazement on thy mother sits.

An earnest conjuration from the king

An exact command

And after we will both our judgments join in censure of his seeming.

And all for nothing!

And all we mourn for.

And bear it to the chapel.

And breath of life,

And by opposing, end them?

And by sleep to say we end the heartache

And can you by no drift of conference

And columbines,

And delays as many as there are tongues,

And do such bitter business as the day would quake to look on.

And drive his purpose on to these delights.

And dupped the chamber door.

And each particular hair to stand on end

And enterprises of great pith and moment, in this regard

And ever three parts coward...

And everything else.

And for his death

And for my means, I shall husband them so well, they shall go far with little.

And for myself, my virtue or my plague, I know not which,

And for the day confined to fast in fires,

And for your part, Ophelia,

And from her fair and unpolluted flesh...

And go with us to the king.

And he to England shall along with you.

And he, repelled... A short tale to make...

And I pray you all, if you have hitherto concealed this sight,

And I will wear him in my heart's core.

And in a postscript here, he says "alone."

And in the porches of my ears did pour the leperous distilment

And it must follow, as the night the day.

And keep you in the rear of your affection

And let all sleep.

And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,

And let me wring your heart. For so I shall if it be made of penetrable stuff.

And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

And live the purer with the other half.

And lose the name of action.

And madam.

And makes as healthful music.

And makes them stand like wonder wounded hearers?

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

And more above, hath his solicitings, as they fell out by...

And most grave

And most sensibly in grief for it.

And my father died within two hours.

And my son...

And my young mistress thus I did bespeak,

And nothing is as a like goodness still.

And now remains for us to find out

And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?

And our whole kingdom to be contracted

And perhaps out of my weakness and my melancholy

And pity 'tis 'tis true.

And remember well what I have said to you.

And so I thank you for your good counsel.

And so, my mother.

And some for me, too.

And spur my dull revenge.

And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,

And that it us befitted to bear our heart in grief

And that your grace

And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine...

And the devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape, yea.

And the survivor bound in filial obligation for some term

And the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.

And then this "should" is like a

And there's pansies. That's for thoughts.

And there's rue for you.

And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.

And therefore must his choice be circumscribed

And these few precepts

And think it pastime.

And this with me.

And thou must cure me.

And thus the native hue of resolution

And thus, conscience does make cowards of us all.

And thy best grace spend it at thy will!

And time is time

And to decline upon a wretch

And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge to prick and sting her.

And truly in my youth

And waits upon the judgment.

And we beseech you, bend you

And we did think it writ down in our duty

And we love ourself.

And whatsoever else shall hap tonight, give it an...

And whored my mother, is it not perfect conscience

And will answer well the death I gave him.

And will he not come again?

And will to do it.

And with a larger tether may he walk than maybe given you.

And with a sudden vigor doth posset and curd,

And with dirge in marriage,

And with them, words of so sweet breath composed

And wrecks not his own creed.

And yet I could accuse me of more things

And yet, to me...

And yet, within a month...

And you are stayed for?

And you must put me in your heart for friend.

And, but that great command o'ersways the order,

And, would it were not so, you are my mother.

Angels and ministers of grace defend us.

Are burnt and purged away.

Are hands, are accidents.

Are you fair?

Are you honest?

Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage.

As day doth to your eye.

As he in his particular act and place may give his saying deed,

As I do live, my lord, 'tis true.

As I perceived it, I must tell you that,

As kill a king and marry with his brother.

As made these things more rich.

As of a man faithful and honorable.

As the indifferent children of the earth.

As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.

As watchman to my heart.

At his head a grass green turf, at his heels a stone.

At supper.

At supper.

At the hands of fortune that she has sent you to prison hither?

Ay, in my heart of heart as I do thee.

Ay, lady, 'twas my word.

Ay, lady, shall I sit in your lap?

Ay, madam, it is common.

Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast

Be but to sleep and feed?

Be something scanter of your maiden presence.

Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned?

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,

Be thou assured

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.

Because it's not possible to be alone,

Been struck so to the soul that presently

Before my daughter told me,

Being thus benetted round with villainies,

Besides, to be demanded of a sponge.

Best safety lies in fear.

Beware of entrance to a quarrel,

Break not your sleeps for that.

Brief let me be.

Bring with thee airs of heaven or blasts from hell?

Brother, sister... society.

Brought to you by "The New York Times" and American Express.

But also uncle or...

But answer made it none.

But as your daughter may conceive, friend,

But being in, bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.

But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

But do not dull thy palm with entertainment

But from what cause he will by no means speak.

But greatly to find quarrel in a straw

But howsoever thou pursuest this act, taint not thy mind.

But I am very sorry, good Horatio,

But I cannot choose to do but to weep

But I have that within which passeth show,

But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,

But indeed, if you find him not within the month,

But it does not matter.

But know, thou noble youth, the serpent that did sting thy father's life

But let him come.

But let that go.

But made in craft.

But never doubt I love.

But no more like my father than I to Hercules.

But not expressed in fancy.

But of our demands most free in his reply.

But soft,

But that father lost, lost his,

But that I am forbid to tell the secrets of my prison house,

But the king is not with the body.

But thinking makes it so. To me, it is a prison.

But this eternal blazon must not be to ears of flesh and blood.

But this is wondrous strange.

But this most foul, strange and unnatural.

But this troubles me.

But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart.

But to one table.

But to persevere in obdurate condolement

But to the quick of the ulcer,

But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two.

But unfortunately, you have only one.

But what I propose is that a word to "in to be."

But what might you think, when I had seen this hot love on the wing...

But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?

But when they ask you what it means, say you this.

But wilt thou hear how I did proceed?

But with a crafty madness keeps aloof

But with much forcing of his disposition.

But you also need sunshine,

But you must fear,

But your news is not true. Let me question more in particular.

But, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do,

But, look,

By laboursome petition, and at last

By means and place,

Calmly, calmly, good Laertes.

Came this from Hamlet to her?

Can you advise me?

Capability and godlike reason to fust in us unused.

Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,

Carve for himself,

Cast thy nighted color off,

Cats have nine lives,

Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,

Come, come, and sit you down.

Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.

Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.

Conception is a blessing,

Confess yourself to heaven.

Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!

Contagion to this world.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,

Could force his soul so to his own conceit

Could not make up my sum.

Crawling between earth and heaven?

Credent ear you list his songs, or...

Cries "cuckold" to my father, brands the "harlot"

Cries out.

Crimeful and capital in nature.

Cursed spite

Day and night

Dead and gone.

Dear maid,

Denmark is a prison.

Devised a new commission,

Did he receive you well?

Did you not speak to it?

Dies in his own too much.

Do it, England.

Do not believe his vows.

Do not fear our person.

Do not forever with thy vailed lids

Do not forget. This visitation is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.

Do not look upon me!

Do not spread the compost on the weeds to make them ranker.

Do sometimes serve us well

Do you know me, my lord?

Do you not come your tardy son to chide?

Do you see nothing there?

Do you think 'tis this?

Does it not, think thee, he that hath killed my king

Doomed for a certain term to walk the night

Dost thou come here to whine?

Doubt that the stars are fire.

Doubt that the sun doth move.

Doubt truth to be a liar.

Driven to desperate terms whose worth, if praises may bring back

Drowned?

Drowned.

Drowned.

Each joy seems prologue to some great amiss.

Elephants, and so on.

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears

Even here, between the unsmirched brow of my true mother.

Even in their promise as it is a making

Examples gross as earth exort me.

Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

Excellent.

Except my life.

Except my life.

Except my life.

Except my life.

Excitements of my reason and my blood

Extinct in both.

Fare thee well at once.

Farewell, my mother.

Farewell, Ophelia.

Father and mother is man and wife. Man and wife is one flesh.

Fear it, my dear sister.

Fear it, Ophelia.

Fear me not.

Fear me not.

Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,

For everything

For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,

For he himself is subject to his birth.

For I am still possessed of those effects for which I did the murder...

For I mine eyes will rivet to his face

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

For like the hectic in my blood he rages,

For loan oft loses both itself and friend.

For Lord Hamlet, believe in him so much that he is young,

For love of grace,

For murder,

For on his choice depends the health and safety of this whole state

For that "would" changes and hath abatements

For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

For they are actions that a man might play.

For thine especial safety,

For this effect defective comes by cause.

For this same lord, I do repent.

For thy dowry.

For to the noble mind, rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

For we will fetters put about this fear that now goes too free footed.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

For your intent on going back to school in Wittenberg,

For, by the image of my cause, I see the portraiture of his.

For, look you, how cheerful my mother looks

Forgive me my foul murder?

Fortinbras.

Forty thousand brothers with all their quantity of love

Foul deeds will rise,

Frailty, thy name is woman.

Freeze thy young blood,

From Hamlet.

From this time

From this time forth

From this time forth,

From whence though willingly I come to show my duty in your coronation,

Frowningly?

Gather now and surmise.

Get from him why he puts on this confusion,

Get thee to a nunnery.

Get thee to a nunnery.

Get thee to a nunnery. Go. Farewell.

Get you a place. I must be idle.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

Give him heedful note.

Give me that man that is not passion's slave,

Give me up the truth.

Give thy thoughts no tongue,

Go not to Wittenberg.

Go seek him there.

Go to thy deathbed.

God!

God.

God.

God. How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

God. What should a man do but be merry?

Good even, sir.

Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,

Good Horatio,

Good lads,

Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.

Good my lord.

Good night, Mother.

Good night!

Good night.

Good night.

Good night. Good night, sweet ladies, good night.

Good sir,

Goodly one, in which there are many confines,

Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.

Grating so harshly all his days of quiet

Groped I

Had grown by what it fed on.

Had left the flushing in her galled eyes... she married.

Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, it could not move thus.

Hamlet,

Hamlet, come sit by me.

Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

Hamlet, what a falling off was there from me,

Hamlet.

Hamlet...

Happy, in that we are not overhappy.

Hath given me this.

Hath screened and stood between

Have by the very cunning of the scene

Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy...

Have you a daughter?

Have you forgot me?

Have you so slander any moment leisure

He does confess he feels himself distracted.

He has, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave

He hath laid on 12, nine.

He hath not failed to pester us with message,

He is dead and gone, lady.

He is far gone.

He may not, as unvalued persons do,

He shall not exceed you three hits.

He should these bearers put to sudden death.

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.

He will never come again.

He will stay till you come.

Heavens! Die two months ago and not forgotten yet?

Hello and welcome to Moviefone.

Hello. This is Eartha Kitt.

Help, help!

Here's the commission.

His virtue weighed, his will is not his own.

His whole function suiting with forms to his conceit?

Hold off the earth awhile till I have caught her one more time in mine arms.

Holding a weak supposal of our worth.

Honeying and making love over the nasty sty...

Horrible. Horrible! Most horrible!

How all occasions do inform against me

How came he dead?

How do ye both?

How do you, pretty lady?

How does my good Lord Hamlet?

How does your honor these many a day?

How dost thou, Guildenstern?

How express and admirable in action?

How fares our cousin Hamlet?

How hath she received his love?

How if I answer "no"?

How infinite in faculties and form and moving?

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

How is it with you, lady?

How like an angel in apprehension? How like a god?

How long hath she been thus?

How noble in reason?

How now, Ophelia?

How now.

How prodigal the soul doth lend the tongue vows.

How say you by that?

How should I your true love know from another one?

How stand I then,

How would you gracious figure?

Hyperion to a satyr.

I am myself indifferent honest,

I am thy father's spirit.

I cannot.

I charge thee, speak.

I charge you.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word would harrow up thy soul.

I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space

I could not but by her.

I dare damnation.

I did love you once.

I do beseech you, give him leave to go.

I do beseech you.

I do not know why yet I live

I do not know, my lord, what I should think.

I do not think so.

I do wish that your good beauties be the happy cause of Hamlet's wildness.

I have a daughter, have while she is mine,

I have heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play

I have longed long to redeliver.

I have no life to breathe what thou hast said to me.

I have of late, but wherefore I know not,

I have, my lord.

I hope all will be well.

I humbly take my leave, my lord.

I humbly thank you.

I know my course.

I like him not, nor stands it safe with us

I love thee best, most best...

I loved Ophelia.

I loved you ever.

I loved you not.

I loved your father,

I may not think on it.

I must to England, you know that?

I never gave you aught.

I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow student,

I pray thee, when thou seest the act afoot,

I pray you receive them.

I pray you, love, remember.

I sat me down,

I saw him once, he was a goodly king.

I say, we shall have no more marriage!

I shall in all my best obey you, madam.

I shall the effect of this good lesson keep

I shall work him to an exploit, now ripe in my devise,

I stay too long.

I suffered much for love.

I think I saw him...

I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

I think nothing, my lord.

I took thee for thy better.

I was the more deceived.

I will be brief.

I will bestow him

I will find where truth is hid,

I will forestall their repair hither

I will require your loves.

I will set those to you that can speak!

I will watch tonight.

I will.

I would fain prove so.

I would give you some violets, but

I would I had been there.

I would not, in plain terms,

I your commission will forthwith dispatch,

I'll court his favors.

I'll have grounds more relative than this.

I'll lug the guts into the neighbor room.

I'll shroud me even here.

I'll speak to it, though Hell itself should gape and bid me hold my peace.

I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound.

I'm lost in it, my lord.

I'm tame, pronounce.

I'm very proud,

If circumstances lead me,

If he be now returned,

If his occulted guilt do not itself unkennel in one speech,

If I had looked upon this love with idle sight?

If it be, why seems it so particular with thee?

If it please his majesty, it's the breathing time of day with me.

If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer...

If there be any good thing to be done,

If thou hast any sound or use of voice,

If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not.

If thou knew'st our purposes.

If words are made of breath

If you know the name of the movie you'd like to see, press one now.

If your lordship should vouchsafe an answer.

If your messenger find him not there, seek him in the other place yourself.

If your mind dislike anything,

Imagination to give them shape,

Importing the surrender of those lands

In deed more than in word?

In equal scale weighing delight and dole...

In heaven.

In my heart there was a kind of fighting that would not let me sleep.

In my mind's eye.

In one brow of woe.

In order to be.

In the dark,

In the dead waste in middle of the night,

In thy memory look thou character.

In to be.

Indeed this counselor is now

Indeed, indeed.

Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.

Indeed, you made me believe so.

Into my grave.

Into the madness wherein now he raves

Is a course of impious stubbornness;

Is in his retirement marvelous distempered.

Is it not monstrous that this player here,

Is it possible, a young maid's wits

Is it the king?

Is not to stir without great argument,

Is sealed and done and leans on the affair.

Is sicklied over with the pale cast of thought,

Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow?

Is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

It courses through the natural gates and alleys of the body.

It hath the primal eldest curse upon it.

It is a damned ghost that we have seen.

It is most retrograde to our desire,

It is not madness that I have uttered.

It is not nor it cannot come to good.

It is offended.

It may be, very like.

It means mischief.

It must be shortly known to him from England

It shall to your level judgment peer

It should come to immediate trial

It shows a will most incorrect to heaven.

It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

It warms the very sickness in my heart.

It were better my mother had not borne me.

It will be short.

It would have much amazed you.

It's humble,

Kill a king?

Kind sister, sweet Ophelia.

Laertes, was your father dear to you?

Laertes, you shall hear.

Leave her to heaven

Leave wringing of your hands. Peace! Sit you down!

Let come what comes,

Let her not walk in the sun.

Let him go, Gertrude.

Let in the maid that out a maid never departed more.

Let it be tenable in your silence still.

Let not the royal bed of Denmark be a couch for luxury and damned incest.

Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.

Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed,

Let the doors be shut upon him that he may play the fool

Let us know our indiscretions do...

Light.

Like a good child and a true gentleman.

Like as it would speak.

Like eager droppings into milk,

Like Niobe, all tears... Why she, even she...

Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.

List, list! If thou didst ever thy dear father love...

List.

Lives almost by his looks

Look to it,

Look to it.

Look you lay home to him.

Looking before and after, gave us not that

Lose your heart,

Lost all my mirth.

Lost by his father.

Mad call I it, for, to define true madness,

Mad let us grant him, then.

Madam, I swear I use no art at all.

Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,

Make you to ravel all this matter out that I essentially am not in madness

Many, many bodies safe that live and feed upon your majesty.

Mark me.

Married with my uncle, my father's brothe, r

Marry, well bethought.

May outlive his life more than half a year.

May violets spring.

Methinks I scent the morning air.

Methinks I see my father.

More matter, less art.

Most holy and religious fear it is to keep those

Most like a gentleman.

Most silent,

Most still,

Most wicked speed,

Mother, you have my father much offended.

Mother!

Mother...

Mother...

Much heat and him.

Must give us pause.

Must send thee hence with fiery quickness.

My blessing with thee.

My brother will know of this.

My cousin Hamlet,

My crown, mine own ambition,

My dread lord, your leave and favor to return to France;

My excellent good friends!

My fate...

My father...

My head should be struck off.

My honorable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.

My honored lord, you know right well you did.

My hour is almost come.

My liege,

My liege.

My lord, alas, look here.

My lord, he hath importuned me with love in honorable fashion.

My lord, he hath of late made many tenders of his affection to me.

My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

My lord, I did.

My lord, I have remembrances of yours

My lord, the king. Your father.

My lord, upon the platform where we watched.

My lord, you must tell us where the body is

My lord?

My lord.

My lord. My lord?

My mother.

My offence is rank, it smells to heaven.

My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time

My queen.

My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France.

My thoughts be bloody

My will, not all the world's.

My wit's diseased.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.

Naked?

Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.

Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed.

Nay, I know not.

Nay, it is. I know not "seems."

Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be.

Never alone did the king sigh, but with a general groan.

****ard of question

No more.

No more.

No other occasion.

No wind of blame shall breathe

No, by the rood, not so. You are the queen,

No, I went round to work

No, Mother, here's metal more attractive.

No, no, he is dead.

No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

No, not I.

None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.

Nor any unproportioned thought his act.

Nor customary suits of solemn black,

Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,

Nor have we herein barred your better wisdoms,

Nor let thy soul contrive against thy mother aught.

Nor windy suspiration of forced breath.

Not even his mother shall uncharge the practice and call it accident.

Not only you need father, mother,

Not this, by no means, that I bid you do.

Not to have strewed thy grave.

Not where he eats, but where he's eaten.

Nothing at all.

Now follows, that you know

Now I could drink hot blood

Now is the very witching time of night

Now must your conscience my acquaintance seal,

Now our queen,

Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead

Now, Hamlet, hear.

Now, Hamlet.

Now, I must confess, that duty done,

Now, Mother, what's the matter?

Now, whether it be bestial oblivion

Nowhere but in his own house.

Obey it.

Observe my uncle.

Observe...

Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

Of each new hatched, unfledged comrade.

Of nothing.

Of spirit, hath sent me to you.

Of which I have told thee of my father's death.

On fortune's cap we are not the very button.

On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares.

One that soaks up the king's countenance, his awards, his authorities.

One woe doth tread upon another's heels so fast they follow.

Only I'll be revenged most thoroughly for my father.

Oof.

Open to his unmastered importunity.

Ophelia.

Ophelia.

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?

Or be nothing worth.

Or by some habit that too much o'er leavens

Or ere these shoes were old with which she followed my poor father's body

Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio.

Or it not the dread of something after death,

Or some craven scruple of thinking too precisely on the event00

Or that the Everlasting had not fixed his canon 'gainst self slaughter.

Or thinking by our late dear brother's death

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

Or your chaste treasure

Or, rather say, the cause of this defect,

Our duty to your honor.

Our memory be green,

Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,

Out of the shot and danger of desire.

Pass and fell incensed points of mighty opposites.

Perchance to dream.

Perhaps he loves you now, and now no

Perpend.

Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse.

Pluck them asunder.

Pray you, be round with him.

Pray, let's have no more words of this,

Prison, my lord?

Pursued my life.

Puzzles the will

Rankly abused.

Rashly, and praised be rashness for it,

Read it at more leisure.

Recount the occasion of my sudden and more strange return.

Remember me.

Repent what is past. Avoid what is to come.

Revengeful, ambitious,

Rich, not gaudy.

Rightly to be great

River,

Rose of May.

Rosencrantz We will haste us.

Rosencrantz!

Rough hew them how we will.

Saw? Who?

Season your admiration for a while

Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

Seem to me all the uses of this world.

Seems, Madam.

Send hither to see.

Set your entreatments at a higher rate

Shall in the general censure take corruption.

Shame! Where is thy blush?

She should in ground unsanctified have lodged till the last trumpet.

She took the fruits of my advice,

She's so conjunctive to my life and soul

Should be as mortal as an old man's life?

Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven

Sith I have the cause and means and strength

Sith you heard,

Sleeping within my orchard, my custom always of the afternoon,

So did it mine.

So excellent a king that was, to this,

So full of artless jealousy is guilt,

So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to it.

So I have a noble father lost.

So it is impossible to be by yourself.

So long?

So loving to my mother that he might not beteem the winds of heaven

So much for him.

So oft it chances in particular men

So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.

So shall I hope that your virtues

So, buckle your seat belt for safety.

So, fare you well.

So, the whole ear of Denmark is by a forged process of my death

Soil nor cautel doth besmirch the virtue of his will.

Some must watch

Speak to her, Hamlet.

Speak to me.

Speak to me.

Speak, speak!

Speak. I am bound to hear.

Spendthrift sigh

Stay with us,

Stay, illusion.

Step between her and her fighting soul.

Still harping on my daughter.

Stood challenger on mount of all the age for her perfections.

Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,

Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

Take this from this if this be otherwise.

Take thy fair hour, Laertes; Time be thine,

Take thy fortune.

Taken to wife.

Tell him that his pranks are too broad to bear with

Tell me why you proceeded not in these feats so...

Tell us where it is, that we may take it thence

Tender yourself more dearly.

Than a command to parley.

Than are dreamt of in our philosophy.

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.

Thank you, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz.

Thank you, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.

That as the star moves not but in his sphere,

That can denote me truly.

That cannot be,

That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,

That ever I was born to set it right.

That for some vicious mole of nature in them

That from her working all his visage wanned,

That have a father killed,

That he is mad, 'tis true.

That he which hath your noble father slain

That hurts by easing.

That I am guiltless of your father's death

That I can keep your counsel and not my own.

That in a dozen passes between himself and Laertes

That is the question.

That is very true, my lord.

That it should come to this!

That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her in marriage,

That makes calamity of so long a life.

That may to thee do ease and grace to me,

That should teach us

That these men

That this too, too solid flesh would melt,

That to Laertes I forgot myself,

That we can let our beard be shook with danger

That we with wisest sorrow think on him,

That we would do, we should do when we would,

That you have taken these tenders for true pay,

That, on the view and knowing of these contents,

That's the end.

Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew.

The apparition comes.

The associates tend, and everything is bent for England.

The bark is ready, and the wind at help,

The beauty of the world,

The body is with the king,

The cause of this effect.

The devil take thy soul.

The form of plausive manners,

The funeral baked meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

The hand more instrumental to the mouth,

The head is not more native to the heart,

The imperial jointress to this warlike state,

The insolence of office, the law's delay,

The interim is mine.

The king hath wagered

The king my father.

The king, sir.

The most beautified.

The nephew to old Norway,

The pangs of "desprised" love,

The paragon of animals,

The play's the thing

The present death of Hamlet.

The primrose path of dalliance treads

The proud man's contumely,

The queen his mother

The queen, your mother, in most great affliction

The rest shall keep as they are!

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

The spirit that I have seen may be a devil,

The thin and wholesome blood.

The time invites you. Go!

The time is out of joint.

The undiscovered country to whose bourn no traveler returns.

The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail

Their currents turn awry

Their defeat does by their own insinuation grow.

Their perfume lost, take them again.

Their virtues else be they as pure as grace,

Then 'tis none to you, for there is nothing either good nor bad

Then doomsday is near.

Then if he says he loves you, it fits your wisdom so far to believe it

Then the world is one.

Then weigh what loss your honor may sustain if with too...

Then your ambition makes it so. 'Tis too narrow for your mind.

Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension,

Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness,

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,

There live within the very flame of love

There, my lord.

There's a daisy.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends,

There's fennel for you,

There's rosemary, that's for remembrances.

There's such divinity doth hedge a king.

There's the respect

There's the rub.

Therefore our sometime sister,

Therefore prepare thyself.

Therefore, "to be," means to "in to be."

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit

These blazes, daughter, giving more light than heat.

These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

These indeed seem,

They are not near my conscience.

They have proclaimed their malefactions.

They say he came to a good end.

They withered all when my father died.

Thine evermore, whilst this machine is to him,

Things rank and gross in nature possess it merely.

Think yourself a baby

This above all...

This deed

This in obedience hath my daughter shown me,

This is the very coinage of your brain.

This marvel to you.

This must not be."

Those friends thou hast and their adoption tried,

Those that are married already, all but one shall live!

Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Thou comest in such a questionable shape that I'll speak to thee.

Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.

Thou hast cleft my heart in twain.

Thou know'st 'tis common;

Thou shalt not escape calumny.

Thou wilt not murder me?

Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell.

Though all the earth o'erwhelm them to men's eyes.

Though it have no tongue,

Though it were hid indeed within the center.

Though none else near.

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death

Thrift, thrift, Horatio.

Throw away the worser part of it

Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.

Thus runs the world away.

Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand.

Thy knotted and combined locks to part

Thy loving father, Hamlet.

Till of this flat you have a mountain made.

Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature

Time to act them in.

Time,

To a nunnery, go!

To be by yourself.

To be nothing else but mad?

To be, or not to be?

To be, or not to be?

To be, or not to be?

To be...

To die,

To die.

To do obsequious sorrow.

To entreat your majesties

To expostulate

To give these mourning duties to your father.

To hear and see the matter.

To hell, allegiance!

To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you.

To let you know of it.

To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,

To post with such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

To quit him with this arm?

To remain here in the care and comfort of our eye.

To say, "This thing's to do."

To sleep,

To sleep.

To the celestial and my soul's idol.

To thine own self be true.

To think they should lay him in the cold ground.

To unseal their grand commission.

To whom do you speak this?

Together with remembrance of ourselves.

Tomorrow I shall beg your leave to your kingly eyes,

Tonight, one scene comes near the circumstances

Try to put your discourse into some frame.

Try what repentance can. What can it not?

Two dishes,

Two messages.

Under the which he shall not choose but fall.

Understanding, but no tongue.

Unhouseled, disappointed, unaneled. No reckoning made, but sent to my account

Unto the voice and yielding of that body

Up from my cabin,

Up he rose, and donned his clothes

Upon his will I sealed my hard consent.

Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole

Upon the platform, 'twixt 11 and 12, I'll visit you.

Upon the witness of these gentlemen

Visit her face too roughly.

Wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one of the worst.

We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us.

We cannot get from him.

We fat all creatures else to fat us, we fat ourselves for maggots.

We have the word "to be."

We lay our service freely at your feet.

We may call it herb of grace of Sundays.

We must be patient,

We shall, my lord.

We think not so, my lord!

We think not...

We will ourselves provide.

Well, God a mercy.

Well, my lord.

Well, that's a fair thought, to lie between a maids' legs.

Well.

Were it not that I have bad dreams.

Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.

What a piece of work is a man?

What a rash and bloody deed is this!

What a rogue and peasant slave am I.

What do you think of me?

What duty is,

What hast thou done?

What hath befallen?

What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?

What have you, my good friends, deserved

What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother's blood?

What is a man if his chief good and market of his time

What is between you?

What is it but...

What is it, Ophelia, he hath said to you?

What is the cause, Laertes, that thy rebellion looks so giant like?

What is the issue of the business there.

What is the reason you use me thus?

What is this quintessence of dust?

What is your affair in Elsinore?

What looked he...

What majesty should be,

What make you from Wittenberg, Marcellus?

What means this, my lord?

What means your lordship?

What might you think?

What might you, or my dear majesty here, think

What news, my lord?

What news?

What say you?

What should such fellows as I do

What then? What rests?

What wilt thou do for her? Show me what thou will do.

What would he do, had he the motive and cue for passion that I have?

What wouldst thou have, Laertes?

What wouldst thou undertake to show yourself your father's son

What! Help, help!

What's he whose grief bears such an emphasis?

When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out

When he himself might his own quietus make

When honor is at the stake.

When I to sulfurous and tormenting flames must render up myself.

When our deep plots do pall.

When the blood burns,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil

When we would bring him on to some confession of his true state.

Where I found, Horatio...

Where I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto,

Where is my father?

Where is Polonius?

Where is Polonius?

Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?

Where is thy father?

Where the dead body is bestowed, my lord.

Where the offence is let the great axe fall.

Where was this?

Where, my lord?

Where?

Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.

Whereof he is the head.

Whereon do you look?

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

Which are not sterling.

Which have freely gone with this affair along.

Which is no further than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.

Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve for that which thou hast done,

While like a puffed and reckless libertine himself

While some must sleep.

Who in her duty and obedience, mark,

Who shall stay you?

Who was in life a foolish prating knave.

Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life,

Whose effect holds such an enmity

Whose love was of that dignity

Whose natural gifts were poor to those of mine!

Whose phrase of sorrow conjures the wandering stars

Whose powers are these?

Why ask you this, my lord?

Why day is day, night night,

Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?

Why, man, they did make love to this employment.

Why, she would hang on him, as if increase of appetite

Why, then now speaks

Why, then there's hope that a great man's memory

Wicked wit and gifts that have the power so to seduce.

Will bring him to his wonted way again.

Will speak with most miraculous organ.

Will you go out in the air, my lord?

Wilt drink up eisel? Eat a crocodile?

Wilt thou weep? Wilt fight, wilt tear thyself,

With a bare bodkin?

With all bond of law, to our most valiant brother.

With all my heart, and it doth content me much to hear him so inclined.

With all my imperfections on my head.

With an attent ear, till I may deliver

With an auspicious and dropping eye,

With blood of man that swift as quicksilver

With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial.

With mirth in funeral

With more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,

With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?

With witchcraft of his wit with traitorous gifts.

Within a month.

Won to his shameful lust the will of my most seeming virtuous queen.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven

Would the night were come.

Wrote it fair.

Yester night.

Yet here, Laertes?

Yet once methought it lifted up its head and did address itself to motion

Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature

You answer with an idle tongue!

You are merry, my lord.

You cannot call it love, for at your age the hey day in the blood is tame,

You cannot take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal.

You have to "in to be" with everyone

You live in the rank sweat of an enseamed bed

You must not take for fire.

You must not think that we are made of stuff so flat and dull

You must wear your rue with a difference.

You need other beings in order to be.

You need other people

You question with a wicked tongue.

You shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.

You shall not budge. You go not till I set you up a glass

You shortly shall hear more.

You should not have believed me.

You'll lose, my lord.

You're welcome.

Young Fortinbras,

Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service00

Your husband's brother's wife.

Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.

Your noble son is mad.

Your sister is drowned, Laertes.

Youth to itself rebels,

Alas, poor ghost. Pity me not.

And fixed his eyes upon you? Most constantly.

Away! My lord!

Ay, my lord. You think I meant country matters?

Dead. But not by him.

Didst perceive? Very well, my lord.

Do not believe it. Believe what?

For all... Our thanks.

For England. Ay, Hamlet.

God. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

Good. So it is.

Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?

Hold you the watch again tonight? I do, my lord.

Honest, my lord? Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes,

I'll not be juggled with. No, Laertes.

If thou dost marry, I give thee this plague

Lights! Frightened with false fire?

Murder! Murder most foul as in the best it is.

Must there no more be done? No more be done.

My good lord. I'm very glad to see you.

Nay, but, Ophelia... Pray you, mark!

No more! God.

No, my lord. I mean, my head upon your lap?

Nor the soles of her shoes? Neither, my lord.

Not I, my lord. Then I would you were so honest a man.

now wears his crown. My uncle.

One word more, good lady. What shall I do?

Take you me for a sponge? Ay, sir,

The king is a thing... A thing, my lord?

The king, sir... Ay, sir, what of him?

Upon the poisoning? I did well note him.

What have I done? Have you eyes?

What is, my lord? Nothing.

What make you here? Visit you, my lord.

What? Make you a wholesome answer.

where you may see the inmost part of you. What will thou do?

With drink? Good my lord,

'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished.

'Tis an unmanly grief.

'Tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed.

'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes between the

'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, a serpent stung me.

'Tis here.

'Tis most true, and he beseeched me

'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good Mother,

'Tis so concluded on.

'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,

'Tis true, 'tis pity.

'Tis very strange.

"Hamlet."

"Hamlet."

"High and mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your kingdom."

"I have no art to reckon my groans"

"Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy star,