“He took me by the wrist and held me hard; / Then goes he to the length of all his arm; / And with his other hand thus o'er his brow, / He falls to such perusal of my face / As he would draw it.Act II, Scene 1 · Ophelia · ★★★☆☆→
“He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound / As it did seem to shatter all his bulk / And end his being.Act II, Scene 1 · Ophelia · ★★★☆☆→
“Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, / And with a look so piteous in purport / As if he had been loosed out of hell / To speak of horrors,Act II, Scene 1 · Ophelia · ★★★☆☆→
“Am I a coward? / Who calls me villain, breaks my pate across? / Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face? / Tweaks me by the nose, gives me the lie i’ th’ throat / As deep as to the lungs?Act II, Scene 2 · Hamlet · ★★★☆☆→
“The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms, / Black as his purpose, did the night resemble / When he lay couched in the ominous horse, / Hath now this dread and black complexion smear’d / With heraldry more dismal.Act II, Scene 2 · ★★★☆☆→
“Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.Act II, Scene 2 · Hamlet · ★★★☆☆→
“God's bodikin, man, much better. Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity.Act II, Scene 2 · Hamlet · ★★★☆☆→
