Act III, Scene 2 Quotes — Hamlet

A man that Fortune’s buffets and rewards / Hast ta’en with equal thanks. And blessed are those / Whose blood and judgement are so well co-mingled / That they are not a pipe for Fortune’s finger / To sound what stop she please.

Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive?

Purpose is but the slave to memory, / Of violent birth, but poor validity: / Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree, / But fall unshaken when they mellow be.

Let the gall'd jade wince; our withers are unwrung.

What, frighted with false fire?

Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.

[_Aside._] Wormwood, wormwood.

For what advancement may I hope from thee, / That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits / To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter’d?

Horatio, thou art e’en as just a man / As e’er my conversation cop’d withal.