Act II, Scene 2 Quotes — Hamlet

And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, / That he should weep for her?

O what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, / That I, the son of a dear father murder’d, / Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, / Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words / And fall a-cursing like a very drab, / A scullion!

Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

Ay sir, to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal, except my life, except my life, except my life.

I have heard / That guilty creatures sitting at a play, / Have by the very cunning of the scene, / Been struck so to the soul that presently / They have proclaim’d their malefactions.

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.

Let her not walk i' th' sun. Conception is a blessing, but not as your daughter may conceive.