Act I, Scene 5 Quotes — Hamlet

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, / Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

The time is out of joint. O cursed spite, / That ever I was born to set it right.

As I perchance hereafter shall think meet / To put an antic disposition on—

The serpent that did sting thy father’s life / Now wears his crown.

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

I am thy father’s spirit, / Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night, / And for the day confin’d to fast in fires, / Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature / Are burnt and purg’d away.

Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, / Unhous’led, disappointed, unanel’d; / No reckoning made, but sent to my account / With all my imperfections on my head.

O villain, villain, smiling damned villain!

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word / Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood, / Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, / Thy knotted and combined locks to part, / And each particular hair to stand on end / Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.

So lust, though to a radiant angel link’d, / Will sate itself in a celestial bed / And prey on garbage.