Imagery Quotes in Hamlet

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.

He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound / As it did seem to shatter all his bulk / And end his being.

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,

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?

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.

For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a good kissing carrion,—Have you a daughter?

Yet I, / A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak / Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, / And can say nothing.

Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing, / Confederate season, else no creature seeing; / Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, / With Hecate’s ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, / Thy natural magic and dire property / On wholesome life usurp immediately.

See what a grace was seated on this brow, / Hyperion’s curls, the front of Jove himself, / An eye like Mars, to threaten and command, / A station like the herald Mercury / New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill

For like the hectic in my blood he rages, / And thou must cure me.