Act III, Scene 1 Quotes — Hamlet

But with a crafty madness keeps aloof / When we would bring him on to some confession / Of his true state.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

There’s something in his soul / O’er which his melancholy sits on brood, / And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose / Will be some danger,

Her father and myself, lawful espials, / Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen, / We may of their encounter frankly judge,