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Brevity is the soul of wit.
Polonius
Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he’s mad,
‘tis true; ‘tis true ‘tis pity,
…
Or, rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause.
Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Perpend.
Polonius
What do you read, my lord?
Words, words, words.
Polonius, then Hamlet
Though this be madness, yet there is
method in ‘t.
Polonius
My lord, I will take my leave
of you.
You cannot, sir, take from me
anything that I will more willingly
part withal—except my life, except
my life, except my life.
Polonius, then Hamlet
Denmark’s a prison.
Hamlet
O God, I could be bounded in a
nutshell and count myself a king of
infinite space, were it not that I have
bad dreams.
Hamlet
What a piece of work is man, how noble in
reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and
moving how express and admirable;
…
what is this
quintessence of dust? Man delights not me.
Hamlet
I am but mad north-north west. When
the wind is southerly, I know a hawk
from a handsaw.
Hamlet
God’s bodkins, man, much better! Use
every man after his dessert and who
shall ‘scape whipping?
Hamlet
Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
That I, the son of a dear father 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.
Hamlet
I’ll have grounds
More relative than this. The play’s the thing
Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King.
Hamlet