GHOST "Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder"
HAMLET "I do not know Why yet I live to say this thing's to do, Sith I have cause, and will, and
strength, and means To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me, Witness this army of such mass and
charge, Led by a delicate and tender prince, Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, Makes mouths
at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death, and danger
dare, Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to
find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake. How stand I then, That have a father kil'd, a
mother stain'd, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves
like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and
continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth."
HAMLET "Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
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 scullion! Fie upon't! Foh!"
HAMLET "Now might I do it pat, now 'a is a-praying. And now I'll do't. And so 'a goes to heaven; And
so am I reveng'd. That would be scann'd: A villain kills my father, and for that I, his sole son, do this
same villain send To heaven. Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge. 'A took my father grossly, full
of bread, With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; And how his audit stands who knows save
heaven? But in our circumstance and course of thought 'Tis heavy with him. And am I then reveng'd,
To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and season'd for his passage? No. Up, sword,
and know thou a more horrid bent: When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage, Or in th'incestuous
pleasure of his bed, At game a-swearing, or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't, Then
trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven And that his soul may be damn'd and black As hell,
whereto it goes. My mother stays."
KING "Hamlet comes back; what would you undertake to show yourself in deed your father's son
More than in words?" LAERTES "To cut his throat i'th' church. KING "No place indeed should murder
sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds."
LAERTES "I am satisfied in nature, Whose motive in this case should stir me most To my revenge; but
in my terms of honour I stand aloof"
LAERTES "I dare damnation. To this point I stand, That both the worlds I give to negligence, Let come
what comes, only I'll be reveng'd Most throughly for my father."
HORATIO “Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Of unimproved metal, hot and full, Hath in the skirts of
Norway, here and there Shark’d up a list of lawless resolutes, For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach in’t: which is no other- And it doth well appear unto our state- But to recover of
us, by strong hand And terms compulsatory, those ‘foresaid lands So by his father lost.”
HAMLET "I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better
my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my
beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in."
“Why look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me, you would
seem to know my stops you would pluck out the heart of my mystery. "
"Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you
can fret me, you cannot play upon me.”