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| 8089393791 | "A little more that kin and less than kind" | Hamlet | 0 | |
| 8089393792 | "With an auspicious and a dropping eye. With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage." | Claudius | 1 | |
| 8089393793 | "This above all else, to thine own self be true." | Polonius (to Laertes) | 2 | |
| 8089393794 | "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark" | Marcellus (to Horatio) | 3 | |
| 8089393795 | "Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive against thy mother aught." | Ghost | 4 | |
| 8089393796 | "The time is out of joint. O cursed spite. That ever I was born to set it right." | Hamlet | 5 | |
| 8089393797 | "I did repel his letters and denied his access to me." | Ophelia (to Polonius about Hamlet) | 6 | |
| 8089393798 | "Brevity is the soul of wit...your noble son is mad." | Polonius (to Laertes) | 7 | |
| 8089393799 | "The very substance of ambition is merely the shadow of a dream." | Guildenstern | 8 | |
| 8089393800 | "What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties." | Hamlet | 9 | |
| 8089393801 | "The play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King." | Hamlet (plan for play) | 10 | |
| 8089393802 | "To be or not to be: that is the question" | Hamlet | 11 | |
| 8089393803 | "Get thee to a nunnery. Why woulds't though be a breeder of sinners" | Hamlet (to Ophelia) | 12 | |
| 8089393804 | "Give me some light. Away." | Claudius | 13 | |
| 8089393805 | "The lady doth protest too much methinks" | Gertrude | 14 | |
| 8089393806 | "O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven, It hath the primal eldest curse upon't" | Claudius | 15 | |
| 8089393807 | "These words like dagger enter my ears. No more, sweet Hamlet." | Gertrude (to Hamlet) | 16 | |
| 8089393808 | "But we will ship him hence and this vile deed." | Claudius | 17 | |
| 8089393809 | "My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth" | Hamlet | 18 | |
| 8089393810 | "Let come what comes, only I'll be revenged most thoroughly for my father" | Laertes | 19 | |
| 8089393811 | "I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet." | Horatio | 20 | |
| 8089393812 | "Til that her garments heavy with their drink pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay to muddy death." | Gertrude (about Ophelia) | 21 | |
| 8089393813 | "Alas poor Yorick, I knew him. Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest." | Hamlet | 22 | |
| 8089393814 | "The devil take thy soul" | Laertes (to Hamlet) | 23 | |
| 8089393815 | "Here's to thy health. Give him the cup." | Claudius | 24 | |
| 8089393816 | "Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet Prince. And flight of angels sing thee to thy rest." | Horatio (to Hamlet) | 25 | |
| 8089393817 | "For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune." | Fortinbras | 26 |
