Hamlet 2 Quotes by William Shakespeare

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.

— William Shakespeare

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

— William Shakespeare

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

— William Shakespeare

This is the very ecstasy of love.

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This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.

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To take arms against a sea of troubles.

— William Shakespeare

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast…

— William Shakespeare

This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.

— William Shakespeare

“O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!”

— William Shakespeare

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what…

— William Shakespeare

[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

— William Shakespeare

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

— William Shakespeare

Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at…

— William Shakespeare

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

— William Shakespeare

To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks…

— William Shakespeare

He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil…

— William Shakespeare

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows…

— William Shakespeare

After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.

— William Shakespeare

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.

— William Shakespeare

For to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?

— William Shakespeare

So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.

— William Shakespeare

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

— William Shakespeare

I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise.

— William Shakespeare

POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.

— William Shakespeare

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not…

— William Shakespeare