Like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! Ibid. With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May. Ibid. About some act That has no relish of salvation in 't. Dead, for a ducat, dead! Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 4. And let me wring your heart; for so I shall, Ibid. That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? Look here, upon this picture, and on this, At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, Ibid. This is the very coinage of your brain: Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. Confess yourself to heaven; Ibid. Repent what's past; avoid what is to come. Ibid. Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Ibid. Refrain to-night, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence: the next more easy; Ibid. I must be cruel, only to be kind : Thus bad begins and worse remains behind. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. Ibid. For 't is the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar. Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all. Act iv. Sc. 3. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 4. Ibid. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Act iv. Sc. 5. We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Ibid. Then up he rose, and donned his clothes. Ibid. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, Ibid. There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would. Ibid. Nature is fine in love, and where 't is fine, Ibid. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; and there is pansies, that 's for thoughts. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5. You must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you some violets, but they withered. Ibid. 1 Clo. Argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life. 2 Clo. But is this law? 1 Clo. Ay, marry, is 't; crowner's quest law. Cudgel thy brains no more about it. Has this fellow no feeling of his business? Act v. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. A politician, Ibid. one that would circumvent God. Ibid. One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead. Ibid. How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. Ibid. The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Ibid. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole? Ibid. 'T were to consider too curiously, to consider so. Ibid. Imperious Cæsar, dead and turned to clay, Ibid. I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not have strewed thy grave. Ibid. Though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous. Ibid. |