Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare Act 5, Sc. 3, 1. 23. not. MACBETH. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, MACBETH. Act 5, Sc. 3, l. 40. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Act 5, Sc. 5, l. 18. MACBETH. Lay on, Macduff; 66 And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough!" Act 5, Sc. 8, 1. 33. ROSSE. Your cause of sorrow Must not be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end. Act 5, Sc. 8, l. 47. HAMLET. HORATIO. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, HAMLET. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. HAMLET. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Fie on 't! O fie! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature, Possess it merely. Act 1, Sc. 2, l. 129. HAMLET. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meats LAERTES. Act 1, Sc. 2, l. 180. The chariest maid is prodigal enough, OPHELIA. Act 1, Sc. 3, 1. 36. But, good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, POLONIUS. Act 1, Sc. 3, l. 46. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. ware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear 't, that the opposed may beware of thee. ment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: And they in France of the best rank and station Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And it must follow, as the night the day, OPHELIA. Act 1, Sc. 3, l. 59. 'Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. POLONIUS. Act 1, Sc. 3, l. 85. You speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Ay, marry, is 't: HAMLET. Act 1, Sc. 3, l. 101. But to my mind, - though I am native here, More honour'd in the breach than the observance. Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations: They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase Soil our addition; and, indeed, it takes From our achievements, though perform'd at height, The pith and marrow of our attribute. So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Shall in the general censure take corruption To his own scandal. HAMLET. Act 1, Sc. 4, l. 14. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee. MARCELLUS. Act 1, Sc. 4, l. 39. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Act 1, Sc. 4, l. 90. GHOST. But that I am forbid |