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| 111724810 | A little more than kin and less than kind | Hamlet aside | |
| 111724811 | O, that this too too solid flesh would melt | Hamlet soliloquy | |
| 111724812 | Act I lines on "seeming" | Hamlet to Gertrude | |
| 111724813 | Frailty, thy name is woman | Hamlet Soliloquy | |
| 111724814 | To think own self be true. Neither a borrower nor a lender be. | Polonius to Laertes | |
| 111724815 | Something is rotten in the state of Denmark | Marcellus to Horatio | |
| 111724816 | The serpent that did sting thy father now wears the crown | Ghost to Hamlet | |
| 111724817 | There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy | Hamlet to Horatio | |
| 111724818 | And thus do we...by indirections find directions out | Polonius to Reynaldo | |
| 111724819 | Brevity is the soul of wit | Polonius to King & Queen | |
| 111724820 | The play's the thing | Hamlet to himself (aside?) | |
| 111724821 | Through this madness, yet there's method in it | Polonius aside | |
| 111724822 | There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so | Hamlet to Rosencratz and Guildenstern | |
| 111724823 | What a piece of work is man, how noble in reason how infinite in faculty | Hamlet to Rosencratz and Guildenstern | |
| 111724824 | O, What a rogue and peasant slave am I | Hamlet soliloquy | |
| 111724825 | To be or not to be | Hamlet Soliloquy | |
| 111724826 | To the noble mind, rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind | Ophelia to Hamlet | |
| 111724827 | The lady doth protest too much methinks | Gertrude to Hamlet | |
| 111724828 | Why look you now how unworthy a think you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery;... | Hamlet to Guildenstern | |
| 111724829 | I will speak daggers to her but use none | Hamlet soliloquy | |
| 111724830 | My words fly up, but my thoughts remain below | King to himself (aside? soliloquy?) | |
| 111724831 | Oh, what a rash and bloody deed this is | Gertrude to Hamlet | |
| 111724832 | I must be cruel only to be kind | Hamlet to dead Polonius | |
| 111724833 | Let it work; for tis the sport to have the engineer hoise with his own petar and t shall go hard... | Hamlet to Gertrude |
