Act V, Scene 2 Quotes — Hamlet

And a man's life's no more than to say 'One'.

Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric. I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.

Does it not, thinks’t thee, stand me now upon,— / He that hath kill’d my king, and whor’d my mother, / Popp’d in between th’election and my hopes, / Thrown out his angle for my proper life, / And with such cozenage—is’t not perfect conscience / To quit him with this arm?

The point envenom'd too! Then, venom, to thy work.

Was’t Hamlet wrong’d Laertes? Never Hamlet. / If Hamlet from himself be ta’en away, / And when he’s not himself does wrong Laertes, / Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it. / Who does it, then? His madness.

I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me.

Horatio, I am dead, / Thou liv’st; report me and my cause aright / To the unsatisfied.

Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet. / Mine and my father’s death come not upon thee, / Nor thine on me.

And in the cup an union shall he throw / Richer than that which four successive kings / In Denmark’s crown have worn.

I’ll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignorance / Your skill shall like a star i’ th’ darkest night, / Stick fiery off indeed.