O, treble woe fall ten times on that cursèd head whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense deprived thee of!- Hold off the earth awhile, till I have caught her once more in mine arms
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not with all thier quantity of love make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
Where I found, Horatio, an exact command, that on the supervise, no leisure bated, No, not to stay the grinding of the ax, my head should be struck off
I had my father's signet in my purse, which was the model of that Danish seal, folded the writ up in the form of th' other, subscribed it, gave 't th' impression, placed it safetly, the changeling never known
Is 't possible?
I beseech you. How was this sealed?
Who does it, then? His madness. If 't be so, Hamlet is of the faction that is wronged, his madness is poor Hamlet's enemy
I am satisfied in nature, whose motive in this case stir most to my revenge
Heaven make free of it. I follow thee. I am dead, Horatio. Give me the cup. Let go! By heaven, I'll ha 't. And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain to tell my story
O, I die, Horatio! The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit. The rest is silence
Let four captains bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage, for he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royal; and for his passage, the soldier's music and the rite of war speak loudly for him. Take up the bodies. Such a sight as this becomes the field but here shows much amiss