Act IV, Scene 5 Quotes — Hamlet

That both the worlds, I give to negligence, / Let come what comes; only I’ll be reveng’d / Most throughly for my father.

O rose of May! / Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia! / O heavens, is’t possible a young maid’s wits / Should be as mortal as an old man’s life?

The ocean, overpeering of his list, / Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste / Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, / O’erbears your offices.

He is dead and gone, lady, / He is dead and gone, / At his head a grass green turf, / At his heels a stone.