I wanted to re-read Hamlet after i listened to an episode of This American Life where they chronicle staging the play with a group of high-security prison inmates. Amazing stuff. The play was everything i remembered too and more. The play is the thing.
Quotes:
To be, or not to be,--that is the question
your chaste treasure open To his unmaster'd importunity
Neither a borrower nor a lender be
This above all,--to thine own self be true
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Murder most foul
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten (Hamlet)
Though this be madness, yet there is a method in't. (Polonius)
To be, or not to be,--that is the question:-- Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?--To die,--to sleep,-- No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,--'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,--to sleep;-- To sleep! perchance to dream:--ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death,-- The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns,--puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.
Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?
The lady protests too much, methinks.
'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your finger and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. (Hamlet teaching how to play the recorder)
Hoist with his own petard
Break not your sleeps for that:--you must not think That we are made of stuff so flat and dull That we can let our beard be shook with danger, And think it pastime. (Claudius)
Alas, poor Yorick!--I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy
Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all
Hamlet, thou art slain; No medicine in the world can do thee good; In thee there is not half an hour of life
the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king
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