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(1996)

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Hamlet: A little more than kin and less than kind.

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Hamlet: For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

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Hamlet: To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them.

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Hamlet: Frailty, thy name is woman!

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Ghost: Murder most foul, as in the best it is, But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

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Polonius: 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.

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Hamlet: I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire! Why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

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Hamlet: Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio - a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times, and now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung these 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?

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Polonius: [Talking aside to himself] Though this be madness, yet there is method in't!

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Claudius: Where is Polonius?

[Strikes Hamlet with the back of his hand]

Hamlet: In heaven. Send thither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him in the other place yourself!

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Hamlet: O, from this time forth my thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!

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

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Hamlet: I lov'd Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not with all their quantity of love make up my sum.

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Hamlet: There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

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Hamlet: Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not "seems."

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

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Marcellus: Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

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Horatio: Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

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Hamlet: The play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.

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Hamlet: Now mother, what's the matter?

Gertrude: Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

Hamlet: Mother, you have *my* father much offended.

Gertrude: Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.

Hamlet: Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue!

Gertrude: Why, how now, Hamlet?

Hamlet: What's the matter now?

Gertrude: Have you forgot me?

Hamlet: No by the rood, not so! You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife!

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Hamlet: What man dost thou dig it for?

First Gravedigger: For no man sir.

Hamlet: For what woman then?

First Gravedigger: For none neither.

Hamlet: *Who* is to be buried here?

First Gravedigger: One that was a woman sir, but rest her soul, she's dead.

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Polonius: My lord I will take my leave of you.

Hamlet: You cannot sir, take from me anything I would more willingly part withal. Except my life. Except my life

[grins crazily]

Hamlet: Except my life.

Polonius: Fare you well, my lord.

Hamlet: [to himself, quite sane] These tedious old fools.

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Fortinbras: [seeing the throne room littered with dead bodies] This quarry cries on havoc. / O proud Death, what feast is toward in thine eternal cell / That thou so many princes at a shot / So bloodily hast struck?

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Hamlet: If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, absent thee from felicity awhile and in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain to tell my story.

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Hamlet: If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.

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Horatio: This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

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Claudius: When sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions.

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Hamlet: I myself am indifferent honest, yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.

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Hamlet: Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt!

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Hamlet: Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in the shape of a camel?

Polonius: By the mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed.

Hamlet: Methinks it's like a weasel.

Polonius: It is backed like a weasel.

Hamlet: Or like a whale.

Polonius: Very like a whale.

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Hamlet: Whose grave is this sir?

First Gravedigger: Mine sir.

[Resumes singing his ditty]

Hamlet: [Interrupts] I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't.

First Gravedigger: You lie out on't sir, and therefore it is not yours. For my part I do not lie ins't and yet it is mine.

Hamlet: Thou dost lie in't to be in't, and say 'tis thine. 'Tis for the dead not for the quick, therefore thou liest.

First Gravedigger: 'Tis a quick lie, sir. 'Twill away again from me to you.

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Polonius: How dost my good lord Hamlet?

[Turns a corner and is shocked by a mask-wearing Hamlet]

Hamlet: Well. God a' mercy.

Polonius: [Astonished at Hamlet's peculiar behavior] Do you know me my lord?

Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

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Hamlet: Hide fox and all after!

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Hamlet: Hoist with his own petard.

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Hamlet: 'Tis now the very witching time of night, when church yards yawn and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world.

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