Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown.
Haste me to know 't, that I, with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
When Ophelia rejected Hamlet, he became sad, and stopped eating, stopped sleeping, got weak, got dizzy, and as a result lost his mind.
A murderer and a villain, A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe, Of your precedent lord, a vice of kings, A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket-
He being remiss, Most generous and free from all contriving, Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease, Or with a little shuffling, you may choose A sword unabated, and in pass of practice requite him for your father.
I will do ’t. And for that purpose I’ll anoint my sword.
Horatio, I am dead. Thou livest. Report me and my cause aright to the unsatisfied.
Now cracks a noble heart.—Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!—