Hamlet quotes?

Question

So i need to find 10 good hamlet quotes that reveal things about his character, I have 6.(4-6 lines) Here is what i have.

O that this too too solid flesh would melt,

Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!....

To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer....

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

Is it not monstrous that this player here, .....

How all occasions do inform against me,

And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,.....

I know not – lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of

exercises: and indeed it goes so heavily with my......

Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well

When our deep plots do pall, and that should teach us.....

continue 2-4 lines down and those are my quotes, any more? would be greatly appreciated.

***not getting marked or anything just for study purposes

THANKS

Answer 1

sorry i cant help you there

Answer 2

In conversation with Ophelia - 3.1, line 123:

"I am myself indifferent honest, but not yet I could accuse me of such things that better my other had not borne me.  I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than . . ."

In conversation with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern - 3.2, line 334:

"Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me!  You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mystery . . ."

I hope these help.

Answer 3

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

(I, V, 166-167)

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Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act I. Scene 2. (The Queen to Hamlet.)

From the first corse, till he that died to day,

This must be so.

Why should we, in our peevish opposition,

Take it to heart?

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Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act V. Scene 2. (Fontinbras.)

The rest is silence.

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Shakespeare.— (Hamlet dying.)

Look down,

And see what death is doing.

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Full of double meanings and innuendoes, Hamlet's lines have intrigued literary critics for centuries.

King:                How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

Hamlet:            Not so, my lord, I am too much i'th'sun.

Hamlet's response reverberates with double meanings.

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Hamlet's bitterness continually manifests itself in his sharp wit. Now the Queen pleads with him:

Queen:             Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,

                        And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

                        Do not for ever with thy vailed4 lids

                        Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

                        Thou know'st 'tis common: all that lives must die,

                        Passing through nature to eternity.

Hamlet:            Ay, madam, it is common.

Queen:             If it be,

                        Why seems it so particular with thee?

This question brings up a crucial point in the play.

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The Queen has just asked Hamlet why the death of his father, being a common event, seems so particular with him.

Hamlet:            Seems, madam? Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.'

                        'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

                        Nor customary suits of solemn black,

                        Nor windy suspiration6 of forced breath,

                        No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

                        Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,

                        Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,

                        That can denote me truly. These indeed seem,

                        For they are actions that a man might play;

                        But I have that within which passes show,

                        These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

While this passage stresses the depth of Hamlet's grief, it is also the first hint of a theme that will echo repeatedly through the play - the projection of false appearances. (see below):

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King:                'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,

                        To give these mourning duties to your father,

                        But you must know your father lost a father,

                        That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound

                        In filial obligation for some term

                        To do obsequious sorrow.

The King expresses the basic truth that everyone dies, but he believes that mourning is merely an obsequious duty.

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The contrast between the King and Hamlet is evident. The King continues:

King:                But to persever

                        In obstinate condolement7 is a course

                        Of impious stubbornness, 'tis unmanly grief,

                        It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,

                        A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,

                        An understanding simple and unschooled;

                        For what we know must be, and is as common

                        As any the most vulgar thing to sense,

                        Why should we in our peevish opposition

                        Take it to heart? Fie, 'tis a fault to heaven,

                        A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,

                        To reason most absurd; whose common theme

                        Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried

                        From the first corse till he that died today,

                        'This must be so.'

Shakespeare has the King reiterating the common reaction to death: Since death is common, why take it to heart? Yet the question answers itself.

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Hamlet:            Oh that this too too solid flesh would melt,

                        Thaw and resolve itself into a dew,

                        Or that the Everlasting had not fixed

                        His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. Oh God! God!

                        How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

                        Seem to me all the uses of this world!

                        Fie on't, ah fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden

                        That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature

                        Possess it merely. That it should come to this!

                        But two months dead - nay, not so much, not two -

                        So excellent a king, that was to this

                        Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother

                        That he might not beteem the winds of heaven

                        Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!

                        Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him

                        As if increase of appetite had grown

                        By what it fed on; and yet within a month -

                        Let me not think on't! Frailty, thy name is woman!

                        A little month, or ere those shoes were old

                        With which she followed my poor father's body,

                        Like Niobe, all tears - why she, even she -

                        Oh God! A beast that wants discourse of reason

                        Would have mourned longer - married with my uncle,

                        My father's brother - but no more like my father

                        Than I to Hercules. Within a month,

                        Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears

                        Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,

                        She married. Oh most wicked speed! To post

                        With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

                        It is not, nor it cannot come to good.

                        But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

Hamlet has the courage to face reality without flinching; he fully accepts the pain of bereavement and the reality of death. This, as we have noted, is an important requirement on the spiritual path. Yet we already sense that something has gone wrong, for Hamlet's despair has reached suicidal proportions.

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Hamlet ends his soliloquy as Horatio, Marcellus, and Barnardo arrive. After a warm greeting, especially with Horatio who is a friend from Wittenburg, Hamlet asks why he is in Elsinore.

Horatio:           My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

Hamlet:            I prithee do not mock me, fellow student.

                        I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

Horatio:           Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.

Hamlet:            Thrift, thrift, Horatio. The funeral baked meats

                        Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

We experience again Hamlet's propensity for sharp, witty remarks that is almost a form of bitter self-mockery at his own tormented state of mind.

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The conversation then focuses on Hamlet's late father:

Horatio:           I saw him once; he was a goodly king.

Hamlet:            He was a man, take him for all in all;

                        I shall not look upon his like again.

Horatio:           My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.

Hamlet            Saw? Who?

Horatio:           My lord, the king your father.

Hamlet:            The king my father?

Horatio:           Season your admiration18 for a while

                        With an attent ear till I may deliver

                        Upon the witness of these gentlemen

                        This marvel to you.

Hamlet:            For God's love, let me hear!

Horatio relates the events of the previous night, and Hamlet thus learns of the appearance of his father's ghost.

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He questions Horatio closely about the event:

Hamlet:            Did you not speak to it?

Horatio:           My lord, I did,

                        But answer made it none. Yet once methought

                        It lifted up its head and did address

                        Itself to motion like as it would speak.

                        But even then the morning c**k crew loud,

                        And at the sound it shrunk in haste away

                        And vanished from our sight.

We are reminded once again of the nature of the ghost - that it is no enlightened being and that we must treat its advice accordingly.

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After obtaining further details from Horatio about the encounter, Hamlet resolves to meet the ghost of his father:

Hamlet:            I will watch tonight.

                        Perchance 'twill walk again.

Horatio:           I warrant it will.

Hamlet:            If it assume my noble father's person,

                        I'll speak to it though h**l itself should gape

                        And bid me hold my peace.

As well as an indication of his willingness to confront the profound in whatever form, we also have a glimpse of Hamlet's bold and impetuous nature. He hardly seems prone to delaying his actions.

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We must remember this when the question of his delay in taking revenge comes up.

The scene closes with Hamlet, now alone, revealing his premonition that something evil had transpired:

Hamlet:            My father's spirit - in arms! All is not well.

                        I doubt19 some foul play. Would the night were come.

                        Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise,

                        Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

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good luck

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