- "what do you read, my lord?" "words, words, words." (...) "will you walk out of the air, my lord?" "into my grave." (ii.2)
- we're arrant knaves all; believe none of us. the ultimate fuckboy speech, (iii.1)
- god hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. (iii.1)
- madness in great ones must not unwatched go. (iii.1)
- iii.2 page 5 flirting between hamlet and ophelia giving me acute sexual frustration
- OPHELIA: 'tis brief, my lord. HAMLET: as woman’s love. (iii.2)
- OPHELIA: what means this, my lord? HAMLET: marry, this is miching malhecho. it means mischief. (iii.2)
- o heart, lose not thy nature, let not ever the soul of nero enter this firm bosom. let me be cruel, not unnatural. i will speak daggers to her but use none. (iii.2)
- leave wringing of your hands. peace. sit you down and let me wring your heart. for so i shall if it be made of penetrable stuff, if damnèd custom have not brassed it so that it is proof and bulwark against sense. (iii.4)
- GERTRUDE: o hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain. HAMLET: oh, throw away the worser part of it, and live the purer with the other half. (iii.4) echoes matthew 18:9
- conscience doth make cowards of us all (iii.1) vs. "conscience and cowardice are really the same things, basil. conscience is the trade-name of the firm." (the picture of dorian gray)
- hamlet has a gore blog because "i'll lug his guts in the neighbour room." "CLAUDIUS: now, hamlet, where’s polonius? HAMLET: at supper. CLAUDIUS: at supper where? HAMLET: not where he eats, but where he is eaten."
- thy cicatrice looks raw and red
- i do not know why yet i live to say “this thing’s to do,” sith i have cause and will and strength and means to do ’t.
mar 18 2017 ∞
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