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Hamlet Final
Question | Answer |
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frailty, thy name is woman! | Hamlet |
Neither a borrower nor a lender be...This above all: to thine own self be true. | Polonius |
...nor let thy soul contrive/Against thy mother aught. Leave her to heaven. | the Ghost |
Good night, sweet prince,/And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. | Horatio |
Sweets to the sweet | Gertrude |
...for to the noble mind/Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. | Ophelia |
They say the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord we know what we are but/know not what we be. | Ophelia |
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight/Till our scale turn the beam! Orose of May, Dear maid...sweet Ophelia! | Laertes |
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below;/Words without thoughts never to heaven go. | Claudius |
Happy in that we are no overhappy./On Fortune's cap, we are not the very button. | Rosencrantz/Guildenstern |
...he's going to his mother's closet./Behind the arras I'll convey myself/To hear the process. | Polonius |
Faith, if he be not rotten before he die...he will last you some/eight or nine year. | Gravedigger |
...an envious sliver broke,/WWhen down her weedy trophies and herself/Fell in the weeping brook. | Gertrude |
O cursed spite/That ever I was born to set it right! | Hamlet |
Exchange forgiveness with me...Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,/Nor thine on me. | Laertes |
I am but mad north-north-west. When the/wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw. | Hamlet |
Madness in great ones must not go unwatched. | Claudius |
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance./Pray you, love, remember. And there's pansies... | Ophelia |
We are arrant knaves/all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. | Hamlet |
Here, thou incenstuous, murd'rous, damned Dane,/Drink off this potion./Is thy union here? | Hamlet |