What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.
To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say...
Dying's a fearful popular activity these days so we often double 'em up.
Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. Remember thee?
The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.
Doubt thou the stars are fire Doubt thou the sun doth move Doubt truth to be a liar But never doubt I love
Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away
If it be now, ’tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come—the readiness is all.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell?
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the f...
Best safety lies in fear.
