Fortinbras: [seeing the throne room littered with dead bodies] This quarry cries on havoc. / O proud Death, what feast is toward in thine eternal cell / That thou so many princes at a shot / So bloodily hast struck?
Hamlet: If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, absent thee from felicity awhile and in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain to tell my story.
Hamlet: 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.
Hamlet: But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
Horatio: This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Hamlet: Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not "seems."
Gertrude: One woe doth tread upon another's heels so fast they follow.
Horatio: Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Claudius: When sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions.
Hamlet: I myself am indifferent honest, yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.
Hamlet: Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt!
Hamlet: Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in the shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it's like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale. Polonius: Very like a whal...
Hamlet: Whose grave is this sir? First Gravedigger: Mine sir. [Resumes singing his ditty] Hamlet: [Interrupts] I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't. First Gravedigger: You lie out on't sir, and therefore it is not yours. For my part I do n...
Polonius: How dost my good lord Hamlet? [Turns a corner and is shocked by a mask-wearing Hamlet] Hamlet: Well. God a' mercy. Polonius: [Astonished at Hamlet's peculiar behavior] Do you know me my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
Hamlet: Hide fox and all after!
Hamlet: Hoist with his own petard.
Hamlet: 'Tis now the very witching time of night, when church yards yawn and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world.
