Act IV, Scene 5 Quotes — Hamlet

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, / But in battalions.

Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Her speech is nothing, / Yet the unshaped use of it doth move / The hearers to collection; they aim at it, / And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts,

To my sick soul, as sin’s true nature is, / Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss. / So full of artless jealousy is guilt, / It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

There’s such divinity doth hedge a king, / That treason can but peep to what it would, / Acts little of his will.—

To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation.

Poor Ophelia / Divided from herself and her fair judgement, / Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts.

Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself / She turns to favour and to prettiness.

And, like the kind life-rendering pelican, / Repast them with my blood.