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hamlet
| Term | Definition |
|---|---|
| the head is not more native to the heart, the hand more instrumental to the mouth than is the throne of denmark to thy father | king to laertes |
| a little more than kin, and less than kind | hamlet to himself |
| all that lives must die passing through nature to eternity | gertrude to hamlet |
| but I have that within which passeth show these but the trappings and the suits of woe | hamlet to gertrude |
| “o that this too too solid flesh would melt, that, and resolve itself into a dew” | hamlet to himself |
| frailty thy name is woman | hamlet to himself |
| foul deeds will rise, though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes | hamlet to himself |
| best safety lies in fear. Youth to itself rebels, though none else near | laertes to ophelia |
| this above all to thine own self be true | polonius to ophelia |
| springes to catch woodcocks | polonius to ophelia |
| I shall obey, my lord | ophelia to polonius |
| though I am native here and to the manner born | hamlet to horatio |
| something is rotten in the state of denmark | marcellus to group |
| revenge his foul and most unnatural murder | ghost to hamlet |
| murder most foul, as in the best it is | hamlet to ghost |
| o my prophetic | HAMLET to GHOST |
| leave her to heaven, and to those thorns that in her bosom lodge to prick and sting her | ghost to hamlet |
| that one may smile, and smile, and be a villain at least I am sure it may be so in denmark | hamlet to ghost |
| this is wondrous strange | horatio to ??? |
| there are more things in heaven and earth, horatio than are dreamt of in your philosophy | hamlet to horatio |
| antic disposition | HAMLET to horatio |
| the time is out of joint. O cursed spite that I ever was born to set it right | hamlet to group |
| your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth and thus do we of wisdom and of reach | polonius to reynaldo |
| the need we have to use you | claudius to R/G |
| I hold my duty as I hold my soul, both to my god and to my gracious king | polonius to claudius |
| brevity is the soul of wit | polonius to claudius |
| more matter with less art | queen to polonius |
| though this be madness yet there is method in't | polonius to about hamlet |
| how pregnant sometimes his replies are | polonius to about hamlet |
| denmark's a prison | hamlet to r/g |
| for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so | HAMLET to R/G |
| what a piece of work is man | hamlet to g/r |
| I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw | hamlet to g/r |
| twas caviary to the general | hamlet to player |
| use every man after his desert, and who shall scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity | hamlet to polonius |
| o what a rogue and peasant slave am I | hamlet to himself |
| for hecuba and he to hecuba | hamlet to himself |
| the spirit that have seen may be a devil, and the devil hath power | hamlet to himself |
| to be or not to be | hamlet to himself |
| get thee to a nunnery | hamlet to ophelia |
| rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind | ophelia to hamlet |
| suit the action to the word, the word to the action | hamlet to players |
| madness in great ones must not unwatched go | claudius to polonius |
| it out-herods Herod | hamlet to players |
| let your own discretion be your tutor | hamlet to player |
| hold as twere the mirror up to nature | hamlet to player |
| a man that fortune's buffeted and rewards hast ta'en with equal thanks | hamlet to horatio |
| give me that man than is not passion's slave | hamlet to horatio |
| sleep rock they brain | pq to pk |
| the lady doth protest too much, methinks | gertrude to hamlet |
| o, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven | claudius to himself |
| may one be pardones and retain th' offense | claudius to himself |
| my words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without though never go to heaven | claudius to himself |
| o shame, where is thy blush? | hamlet to gertrude |
| assume a vitue, if you have it not | hamlet to gertrude |
| but heaven hath pleased it so, to punish me with this, and this with me | hamlet to gertrude |
| I must be cruel only to be kind | hamlet to gertrude |
| for tis the sport to have the enginer hoist with his own petar, and 't shall go hard | hamlet to gertrude |
| my soul if full of discord and dismay | claudius to gertrude |
| to hide the slain? O, from this time forth, my thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth | hamlet to himself |
| let her come in. to my sick soul…. It spills itself in fearing to be split | gertrude to herself |
| when sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions | claudius to gertrude |
| there's rosemary, that's for remembrance | ophelia to group |
| revenge should have no bounds | claudius to laertes |
| alas poor yorick! I knew him | hamlet to horatio |
| sweets to the sweet (spoken to ophelia's grave) | gertrude to ophelia |
| there's a divinity that shapes our end | hamlet to horatio |
| good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to they rest | horatio to hamlet |
| alexander died, alexander was buried, alexander returneth to dust | hamlet to horatio |
| a very noble youth. Mark. | hamlet to horatio |
| let hercules himself do what he may, the cat will mew, and dog will have his day | hamlet to ??? |
| in my heart there was a kind of fighting that would not let me sleep | hamlet to horatio |
| even in that was heaven ordinant | hamlet to horatio |
| but thour wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart. But it is no mater | hamlet to horatio |
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