HAMLET: Yes, I could even narrate the puppet show between you and your lover, if you’d like to play it for me.
OPHELIA: You are sharp, my lord. You are sharp.
HAMLET: Well you could take my edge off, but you’d have to pay for it by groaning a little.
OPHELIA: Your jests get better, and your manners get worse!
HAMLET: “For better and for worse”—that’s how you take your husbands.
HAMLET: Begin, murderer! Stop fussing with your damned makeup and begin. Let’s go!
LUCIANAS: “Black thoughts, ready hands, the correct poison, and circumstance agreeing. A dark night, with no creature seeing. You deadly mixture of weeds I’ve collected, with witches’ curses three times infected . . . ”
“Use your quick-moving property to steal this wholesome life immediately.”