Familiar Quotations Part 31

Act i. Sc. 5.

I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful Porcupine.

Act i. Sc. 5.

O my prophetic soul! my uncle!

Act i. Sc. 5.

O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!

Act i. Sc. 5.

No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head.

Act i. Sc. 5.

The glowworm shows the matin to be near And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

Act i. Sc. 5.

There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave, To tell us this.

Act i. Sc. 5.

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

Act i. Sc. 5.

The time is out of joint.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

This is the very ecstasy of love.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity; And pity 'tis, 'tis true.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Doubt thou the stars are tire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

Act ii. Sc. 2,

Still harping on my daughter.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Though this be madness, yet there's method in it.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

What a piece of work is man! How n.o.ble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a G.o.d!

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Man delights not me--nor woman neither.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

I know a hawk from a hand-saw.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Come, give us a taste of your quality.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

'Twas caviare to the general.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba?