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Unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
Abuses me to damn me.
The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
With devotion's visage
Act iii. Sc. 1
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
1 See Chaucer, page 5.
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels 'bear,
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Ibid. Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. Ibid. I am myself indifferent honest.
Ibid. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. Ibid.
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
Ibid. 0, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword.
Ibid. The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers !
Ibid. Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
1 “Who would these fardels” in White.
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwigpated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2, Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.
To hold, as 't were,
Ibid. The very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Ibid. Though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve. Not to speak it profanely.
Ibid. I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so
First Play. We have reformed that indifferently with
Ham. O, reform it altogether.
They are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay,
my heart of heart, As I do thée. - Something too much of this.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. And my imaginations are as foul As Vulcan's stithy.
Here's metal more attractive.
life half a year.
Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables.
Ibid, There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his
Ibid. For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot.
Ibid. This is miching mallecho; it means mischief. Ibid.
Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
Our wills and fates do so contrary run
The story is extant, and writ in choice Italian.
Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
So runs the world away.
1“ Protests" in Dyce, Singer, and Staunton.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2
Pluck out the heart of my mystery.
Ibid. Ham. Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel ?
Pol. By the mass, and 't is like a camel, indeed.
Like a man to double business bound,
And both neglect.
'Tis not so above;
About some act