Act III, Scene 2 Quotes — Hamlet

The lady protests too much, methinks.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o’erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold as ’twere the mirror up to nature;

Our wills and fates do so contrary run / That our devices still are overthrown. / Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak.

’Tis now the very witching time of night, / When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out / Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, / And do such bitter business as the day / Would quake to look on.

Give me that man / That is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him / In my heart’s core, ay, in my heart of heart, / As I do thee.

None wed the second but who kill'd the first.

Let me be cruel, not unnatural. / I will speak daggers to her, but use none; / My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites.

Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna.

I prithee, when thou see’st that act a-foot, / Even with the very comment of thy soul / Observe mine uncle. If his occulted guilt / Do not itself unkennel in one speech, / It is a damned ghost that we have seen;