Act II, Scene 2 Quotes — Hamlet

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, / And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, / I will be brief.

The play’s the thing / Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King.

Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

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.

Doubt thou the stars are fire, / Doubt that the sun doth move, / Doubt truth to be a liar, / But never doubt I love.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

Denmark's a prison.

Words, words, words.