Hamlet Quotes

But like the owner of a foul disease, / To keep it from divulging, let it feed / Even on the pith of life.

Ay, sir; that soaks up the King's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the King best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.

Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.

Diseases desperate grown / By desperate appliance are reliev'd, / Or not at all.

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 cut his throat i' th' church.

I will work him / To an exploit, now ripe in my device, / Under the which he shall not choose but fall; / And for his death no wind shall breathe, / But even his mother shall uncharge the practice / And call it accident.

No, no, the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet! The drink, the drink! I am poison'd.

Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, / Drink off this potion. Is thy union here? / Follow my mother.