The Concise Oxford Dictionary of Quotations (389 page)

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126
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 1, l. [166]

127
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 2, l. 1

128
I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 2, l. 14

129
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 2, l. [20]

130
To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 2, l. [25]

131
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 2, l. [242]

132
hamlet
: No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i' the world.
king
: What do you call the play?
hamlet
: The Mouse-trap.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 2, l. [247]

133
Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 2, l. [256]

134
Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungallèd play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 2, l. [287].

135
You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 2, l. [387]

136
Very like a whale.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 2, l. [406]

137
They fool me to the top of my bent.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 2, l. [408]

138
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 2, l. [413]

139
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 3, l. 73

140
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 3, l. 97

141
How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 4, l. 23

142
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
I took thee for thy better.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 4, l. 31

143
A king of shreds and patches.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 4, l. 102.

144
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 4, l. 160

145
I must be cruel only to be kind.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 4, l. 178

146
Hoist with his own petar.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 4, l. 207

147
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.

Hamlet
(1601) act 3, sc. 4, l. 212

148
Diseases desperate grown,
By desperate appliances are relieved,
Or not at all.

Hamlet
(1601) act 4, sc. 2, l. 9.

149
How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge!

Hamlet
(1601) act 4, sc. 4, l. 32

150
How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff,
And his sandal shoon.

Hamlet
(1601) act 4, sc. 5, l. [23]

151
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone,
At his head a grass-green turf;
At his heels a stone.

Hamlet
(1601) act 4, sc. 5, l. [29]

152
Come, my coach! Good-night, ladies; good-night, sweet ladies; good-night, good-night.

Hamlet
(1601) act 4, sc. 5, l. [72]

153
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.

Hamlet
(1601) act 4, sc. 5, l. [78]

154
There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would.

Hamlet
(1601) act 4, sc. 5, l. [123]

155
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

Hamlet
(1601) act 4, sc. 5, l. [174]

156
There's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays. O! you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died.

Hamlet
(1601) act 4, sc. 5, l. [179]

157
And where the offence is let the great axe fall.

Hamlet
(1601) act 4, sc. 5, l. [218]

158
There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.

Hamlet
(1601) act 4, sc. 7, l. 167

159
There with fantastic garlands did she come,
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them.

Hamlet
(1601) act 4, sc. 7, l. 169

160
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook.

Hamlet
(1601) act 4, sc. 7, l. 173

161
Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest.

Hamlet
(1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [201]

162
Imperious Caesar, dead, and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

Hamlet
(1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [235]

163
A ministering angel shall my sister be,
When thou liest howling.

Hamlet
(1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [263].

164
Sweets to the sweet: farewell!

Hamlet
(1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [265]

165
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.

Hamlet
(1601) act 5, sc. 2, l. 10

166
Not a whit, we defy augury; there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.

Hamlet
(1601) act 5, sc. 2, l. [232]

167
A hit, a very palpable hit.

Hamlet
(1601) act 5, sc. 2, l. [295]

168
Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric;
I am justly killed with my own treachery.

Hamlet
(1601) act 5, sc. 2, l. [320]

169
This fell sergeant, death,
Is swift in his arrest.

Hamlet
(1601) act 5, sc. 2, l. [350]

170
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.

Hamlet
(1601) act 5, sc. 2, l. [355]

171
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.

Hamlet
(1601) act 5, sc. 2, l. [361]

172
The rest is silence.

Hamlet
(1601) act 5, sc. 2, l. [372]

173
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

Hamlet
(1601) act 5, sc. 2, l. [373]

174
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.

Hamlet
(1601) act 5, sc. 2, l. [385]

Henry IV, Part 1
175
Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 1, sc. 2, l. [28]

176
The rusty curb of old father antick, the law.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 1, sc. 2, l. [68]

177
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 1, sc. 3, l. 175

178
By heaven methinks it were an easy leap
To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 1, sc. 3, l. 201

179
Go hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent garters!

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 2, sc. 2, l. [49]

180
It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 2, sc. 2, l. [104]

181
Falstaff sweats to death
And lards the lean earth as he walks along.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 2, sc. 2, l. [119]

182
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 2, sc. 3, l. [11]

183
Nay that's past praying for.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 2, sc. 4, l. [214]

184
That roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 2, sc. 4, l. [504]

185
Banish not him thy Harry's company: banish plump Jack and banish all the world.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 2, sc. 4, l. [533]

186
O monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 2, sc. 4, l. [598]

187
glendower
: I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
hotspur
: Why, so can I, or so can any man;
But will they come when you do call for them?

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 3, sc. 1, l. [53]

188
Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 3, sc. 1, l. [233]

189
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 4, sc. 1, l. 104

190
Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 5, sc. 1, l. 28

191
I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 5, sc. 1, l. [125]

192
Thou owest God a death.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 5, sc. 1, l. [126].

193
What is honour? A word. What is that word, honour? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday.

Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 5, sc. 1, l. [136]

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