Line 58-63 Act 1 Scene 1: As thou art to thyself/ Such was the very armour he had on/ When he the ambitious Norway combated/ So frowned he once when, in an angry parle,/ He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice./ 'Tis strange.
Line 76-84: "Seems," madam? Nay, it is. I know not "seems"/ 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,/ Nor customary suits of solemn black,/ Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,/ No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,/ Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage./ Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,/ That can denote me truly./ These indeed "seem"/ For they are actions that a man might play."
"Perhaps he loves you now, And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch,/ The virtue of his will, but you must fear/ His greatness weighed, his will is not his own,/ For he himself is subject to his birth./ He may not, as unvalued persons do,/ Carve for himself, for on his choice depends/ The safety and health of this whole state." Ophelia's father is trying to persuade her to believe that Hamlet is no good for her and that he wont love her forever.
Line 86-92: "My fate cries out/ And makes each petty artery in this body/ As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve./ Still am I called.- Unhand me, gentlemen./ By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me/ I say, away!- Go on. I'll followe thee."
Lines 35-40: "Now, Hamlet, hear. 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me. So the whole ear of Denmark is by forged process of my death/ Rankly abused. But know, thou noble youth,/ The serpant that did sting thy father's life.
Line 184-!86: Rest, rest, perturbed spirit/ so gentlemen,/ Will all my love I do commend me to you,/ And what so poor a man as Hamlet is."