Hamlet Key Quotes
It will not speak: then I will follow it. / Do not, my Lord. / Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life at a pin’s fee.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
So thou art to revenge when thou shalt hear
While memory holds a seat / in this distracted globe
I perchance hereafter shall think meet / to put an antic disposition on
The time is out of joint; O cursed spite, / That I ever was born to set it right!
And there put on him / what forgeries you please.
No, my good lord, as you did command, / I did repel his letters and denied / his access to
me.
That we find out the cause of this defect, / or rather say the cause of this effect, / for this
effect defective comes by cause
Tis an unweeded garden / that grows to seed. Things rank and gross in nature.
He took me by the wrist and held me hard
I’ll be brief
I loved you not. / I was the more deceived. / Get thee to a nunnery!
Your majesty and we that have free souls, / it touches us not. Let the galled jade wince,
our withers are unwrung.
Give me some light: away! … / why let the stricken deer go weep, / the hart ungalled
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It will not speak: then I will follow it. / Do not, my Lord. / Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life at a pin’s fee.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
So thou art to revenge when thou shalt hear
While memory holds a seat / in this distracted globe
I perchance hereafter shall think meet / to put an antic disposition on
The time is out of joint; O cursed spite, / That I ever was born to set it right!
And there put on him / what forgeries you please.
No, my good lord, as you did command, / I did repel his letters and denied / his access to
me.
That we find out the cause of this defect, / or rather say the cause of this effect, / for this
effect defective comes by cause
Tis an unweeded garden / that grows to seed. Things rank and gross in nature.
He took me by the wrist and held me hard
I’ll be brief
I loved you not. / I was the more deceived. / Get thee to a nunnery!
Your majesty and we that have free souls, / it touches us not. Let the galled jade wince,
our withers are unwrung.
Give me some light: away! … / why let the stricken deer go weep, / the hart ungalled
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