Mark you, your party in converse, him you would sound, having ever seen in the prenominate crimes the youth you breathe of guilty
And there put on him what forgeries you please. Drinking, fencing, swearing-you may go so far.
You have me, have you not? Observe his inclination in yourself.
Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.
I will, my lord.
Act V, Scene I
My lord, that would dishonor him.
My lord, I have. I shall my lord.
How now, Ophelia, what's the matter?
That hath made him mad. Come, go we to the king. More grief to hide than hate to utter love.
But as you did command I did repel his letters and denied his access to me
Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.
I entreat you both, by your companies to gather so much as from occasion you may glean.
O, what a rougue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, in a dream of passion could force his soul so to his own conceit, his whole function suiting with forms to his conceit-and all for nothing! For Hecuba!
Good gentlemen, he hath much talked of you. As to expend your time with us awhile your visitation shall receive such thanks as fit a king's remembrance.
But we both obey, and here give ourselves in the full bent to be commanded
Act II, Scene II
How pregnant his replies are!
I have, my lord.
Conception is a blessing, but, as your daughter may conceive, friend, look to 't.
You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal-except my life, except my life, except my life.
Have you a daughter?
"Anon he finds him...And passion in the gods"
What speech, my good lord?
One speech in 't I chiefly loved. 'Twas Aeneas' tale to Dido when he speaks of Priam's slaughter. Begin at "the rugged Pyrrhus like th'Hyracanian beast".
Look whe'er he has not turned his color and has tears in 's eyes. Prithee, no more.
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! This is most brave, that I, the son of a dear father murdered, and fall a-cursing like a very drab, a stallion!
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her? He would make mad the guilty and appall the free. Yet, I a dull and muddy-mettled rascal, like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause and can say nothing for a king upon whose property and most dear life a damned defeat was made.
Hum, I have heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play been struck so to the soul that presently they have proclaimed their malefactions; for murder, though it have no tongue, will speak with most miraculous organ. I'll have these players before mine uncle. The play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.