Hamlet Quotes Act 2

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Ophelia 2.1.73
O my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted.
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Ophelia 2.1.73-78
My lord, as I was sewing in my closet/Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced,/No hat upon his head, his stockings fouled,/Ungartered and down-gyved to his ankle,/Pale s his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
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Ophelia 2.1.79-81
And with a look so piteous in purport/As if he had been loosed out of hell/To speak of horrors, he comes before me.
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Ophelia 2.1.84-88
He took me by the wrist and held me hard,/Then goes he to the length of all his arm/And with his other hand thus o'er his brow/He falls to such a perusal of my face/As 'a would draw it.
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Ophelia 2.1.88-93
Long stayed he so;/At last, a little shaking of mine arm/And thrice his head thus waving up and down,/He raised a sigh so piteous and profound/As it did seem to shatter all his bulk/And end his being.
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Ophelia 2.1.93
That done, he lets me go/And with his head over his shoulder turned/He seemed to find his way without eyes/(For out o'doors he went without their helps)/And to the last bended their light on me.
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Claudius, 2.2.4-5
Something have you heard/Of Hamlet's transformation
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Gertude 2.2.56-57
I doubt it is no other but the main -/His father's death and our hasty marriage
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Polonius 2.2.97-98
That he's mad, 'tis true, 'tis true 'tis pity,/And pity 'tis 'tis true
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Polonius reading Hamlet's poetry 2.2.114-117
Doubt thou the stars are fire,/Doubt that the sun doth move,/ Doubt truth to be a liar,/ But never doubt I love.
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Polonius 2.2.137-139
And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:/ 'Lord Halet is a prince out of thy star./ This must not be.'
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Gerturde (regarding the possibility Hamlet is mad in love) 2.2.149
It may be, very like.
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Hamlet 2.2.171
Excellent well, you are a fishmonger.
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Hamlet 2.2.178-179
For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog,/being a good kissing carrion
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Hamlet 2.2.181-183
Let her not walk i'th' sun: conception is/a blessing but as your daughter may conceive, friend/-look to't.
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Hamlet 2.2.193-198
For the satirical rouge says here/that old men have grey beards, that their faces are/wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and plumtree/with most weak hams - all which, sir, though I most/powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not
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Hamlet 2.2.199-201
honesty yo have it thus set down. For yourself, sir,/shall grow old as I am - if, like a crab, you could go/backward.
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Polonius 2.2.202-203
Though this be madness yet there is/method in't.
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Hamlet 2.2.227-228
Then you live about her waist, or in the middle/of her favours.
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Rosencrantz 2.2.232-233, Hamlet 2.2.4
R: None, my lord, but the world's grown/honest. H: Then is doomsday near
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Hamlet 2.2.240-242
Were you not sent for? Is it your own/incling? Is it a free visitation? Come,come, deal/justly with me. Come, come, nay speak,
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Hamlet 2.2.247
I know the goos King and Queen have sent for you
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Hamlet 2.2.259-261
So shall my anticipation/prevent your discovery and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no feather.
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Hamlet 2.2.261-265
I have of late, but/wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all/custom of exercises and, indeed, it goes so heavily with/ my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems/to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy
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Hamlet 2.2.266-269
the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this/majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why it/appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent/congregation of vapours.
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Hamlet 2.2.312-313
But my/uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.
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Hamlet 2.2.315-316
I am but mad north-north-west. When the/wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
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Polonius 2.2.332-337
The best actors in the world, either for/tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical,/historical-pastoral, scene individable or poem/unlimited. Seneca annot be too heavy nor Plautus too/light for the law of writ and the liberty.
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Hamlet 2.2.351-356
Why,/As by lot,/God wot,/ and then, youknow,/It came to pass,/As most like it was.
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Hamlet 2.2.359-361
You are welcome, masters, welcome all. I am glad to see/thee well. Welcome, good friends. O old friend, why,/ thy face is valanced since I saw thee last!
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Hamlet (performing to actors) 2.2.390-394
The Rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,/Black as his purpose, did the night resemble/When he lay couched in th'ominous horse,/Hath now this dread and black complexion smeared/With heraldry more dismal, head to foot.
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Polonius 2.2.436
This is too long
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1 Player (performing about dead king's wife) 2.2.450-456
But if the gods themselves did see her then,/When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport/In mincing with his sword her husband limbs,/The instant burst of clamour that she made...Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven/And passion in the gods.
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Hamlet 2.2.485-489
O, what a rouge and peasant slave am I!/Is it not monstrous that this player here,/But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,/Could force his soul so to his own conceit/That from her soul working all the visage wanned/
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Hamlet 2.2.490-493
-Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect,/A broken voice, and his whole function suiting/With forms to his conceit - and all for nothing -/For Hecuba?
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Hamlet 2.2.494-497
What's Hecuba to him, or he to her,/That he should weep for her? What would he do/Had he the motive and that for passion/That I have?
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Hamlet 2.2.497-501
He would drown the stage with tears/And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,/Make mad the guilty and appal the free,/Confound the ignorant and amaze indeed/The very faculties of eyes and ears.
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Hamlet 2.2.501-506
Yet I,/A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak/Like a John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,/And can say nothing. No, not for a king/Upon whose propetry and most dear life/A damned defeat was made.
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Hamlet 2.2.506-511
Am I a coward?/Who calls me villain, breaks my pate across,/Plucks off my beard and blowsit in my face,/Tweaks me by the nose, gives me the lie i'th'throat/as deep as to the lungs? Who does me this,/Ha? 'Swounds, I should take it.
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Hamlet 2.2.511-516
For it cannot be/But I am a pigeon-livered and lack gall/To make opression bitter, or ere this/I should ha' fatted all the region kites/With this slave's offal - bloody, bawdy villain,/Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain.
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Hamlet 2.2.517-522
Why, what an *** am I: this most brave,/That I, the son of a dear murdered,/Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,/Must like a whore unpack my heart with words/And fall a-cursing like a very drab,/A stallion! Fie upon't, foh! About my brains!
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Hamlet 2.2.523-527
Hum, I have heard/That guilty creachers sitting at a play/Have by the very cunning of the scene/Been struck so to the soul that presently/They have proclaimed thir malefactions.
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Hamlet 2.2.528-533
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak/With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players/Play something like the murder of my father/Before mine uncle. I'll observe his looks,/I'll tent him to the quick. If 'a do blench/I know my course.
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Hamlet 2.2.533-538
The spirit that I have seen/May be a de'il, and the de'il hath power/T'assume a pleasing shape. Yea, and prehaps/Out of my weakness and my melancholy,/As he is very potent with such spirits,/Abuses me to damn me!
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Hamlet 2.2.538
I'll have grounds/More relative than this. The play's the thing/Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
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My lord, as I was sewing in my closet/Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced,/No hat upon his head, his stockings fouled,/Ungartered and down-gyved to his ankle,/Pale s his shirt, his knees knocking each other,

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And with a look so piteous in purport/As if he had been loosed out of hell/To speak of horrors, he comes before me.

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Long stayed he so;/At last, a little shaking of mine arm/And thrice his head thus waving up and down,/He raised a sigh so piteous and profound/As it did seem to shatter all his bulk/And end his being.

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