The Mousetrap Play Quotes in Hamlet

Purpose is but the slave to memory, / Of violent birth, but poor validity: / Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree, / But fall unshaken when they mellow be.

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.

Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune!

Let the gall'd jade wince; our withers are unwrung.

What, frighted with false fire?

[_Aside._] Wormwood, wormwood.

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.

No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i' th' world.

A second time I kill my husband dead, / When second husband kisses me in bed.

Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.