“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go.Act III, Scene 3 · Claudius · ★★★★★→
“O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; / It hath the primal eldest curse upon’t,— / A brother’s murder!Act III, Scene 3 · Claudius · ★★★★★→
“Now might I do it pat, now he is praying. / And now I’ll do’t. And so he goes to heaven; / And so am I reveng’d. That would be scann’d: / A villain kills my father, and for that / I, his sole son, do this same villain send / To heaven. O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.Act III, Scene 3 · Hamlet · ★★★★★→
“Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent: / When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage, / Or in th’incestuous pleasure of his bed, / At gaming, swearing; or about some act / That has no relish of salvation in’t, / Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, / And that his soul may be as damn’d and black / As hell, whereto it goes.Act III, Scene 3 · Hamlet · ★★★★☆→
“May one be pardon’d and retain th’offence? / In the corrupted currents of this world / Offence’s gilded hand may shove by justice, / And oft ’tis seen the wicked prize itself / Buys out the law.Act III, Scene 3 · Claudius · ★★★★☆→
“The cease of majesty / Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw / What’s near it with it.Act III, Scene 3 · ★★★☆☆→
“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go.Act III, Scene 3 · Claudius · ★★★★★→
“O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; / It hath the primal eldest curse upon’t,— / A brother’s murder!Act III, Scene 3 · Claudius · ★★★★★→
“Now might I do it pat, now he is praying. / And now I’ll do’t. And so he goes to heaven; / And so am I reveng’d. That would be scann’d: / A villain kills my father, and for that / I, his sole son, do this same villain send / To heaven. O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.Act III, Scene 3 · Hamlet · ★★★★★→
“Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent: / When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage, / Or in th’incestuous pleasure of his bed, / At gaming, swearing; or about some act / That has no relish of salvation in’t, / Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, / And that his soul may be as damn’d and black / As hell, whereto it goes.Act III, Scene 3 · Hamlet · ★★★★☆→
“May one be pardon’d and retain th’offence? / In the corrupted currents of this world / Offence’s gilded hand may shove by justice, / And oft ’tis seen the wicked prize itself / Buys out the law.Act III, Scene 3 · Claudius · ★★★★☆→
“The cease of majesty / Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw / What’s near it with it.Act III, Scene 3 · ★★★☆☆→
