The hart ungalled play ; [Hamlet continued. Why, let the strucken deer go weep, For some must watch, while some must sleep; Ham. Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel ? 1 1 Pol. By the mass, and 't is like a camel, indeed. Ham. Methinks it is like a weasel. Pol. It is back'd like a weasel. Ham. Or, like a whale? Pol. Very like a whale. They fool me to the top of my bent. Act iii. Sc. 2. Act iii. Sc. 2. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and Hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Act iii. Sc. 2. I will speak daggers to her, but use none. Act iii. Sc. 2. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven ; Act iii. Sc. 3. 1 'in shape like a camel'; so the folios. Hamlet continued.] Help, angels! make assay: Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart, with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. Act iii. Sc. 3. About some act, That has no relish of salvation in 't. Act iii. Sc. 3. Dead, for a ducat, dead. Act iii. Sc. 4. so I shall, And let me wring your heart: for False as dicers' oaths. Act iii. Sc. 4. Act iii. Sc. 4. Look here, upon this picture, and on this; Act iii. Sc. 4. At your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble. Act iii. Sc. 4. O shame! where is thy blush ? Act iii. Sc. 4. A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, Act iii. Sc. 4. A king of shreds and patches. [Hamlet continued. Act iii. Sc. 4. This is the very coinage of your brain. Act iii. Sc. 4. Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. Assume a virtue, if you have it not. I must be cruel, only to be kind : Act iii. Sc. 4. Act iii. Sc. 4. Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. Act iii. Sc. 4. For 't is the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar. Act iii. Sc. 4. 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. Act iv. Sc. 3. Sure, He that made us with such large discourse, That capability and godlike reason, Greatly to find quarrel in a straw, When honour 's at the stake. Act iv. Sc. 4. Act iv. Sc. 4. Hamlet continued.] 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. Act iv. Sc. 5. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions. Act iv. Sc. 5. There's such divinity doth hedge a king, Act iv. Sc. 5. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance;.... and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. Act v. Sc. 1. One, that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead. Act v. Sc. I. How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. Act v. Sc. 1. [Hamlet continued. The age is grown so picked, that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. Act v. Sc. I. Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Act v. Sc. I. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Act v. Sc. 1. Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Act v. Sc. I. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bunghole? Act v. Sc. I. Imperial Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay, |