| 1 | 0–71 | 507 | unassigned | | STand: who is that? Tis. I. O you comemost carefully upon your watch, And if you meet Marcellus and Horatio, T… |
| 2 | 72–134 | 509 | unassigned | | Mary that can I, at least the whisper goes so, Our late King, who as you know was by Forten▪ Brass of Norway, … |
| 3 | 135–198 | 506 | unassigned | | Lords, we here have writ to Fortenbrasse▪ Nephew to old Norway, who impotent And bedrid, scarcely hears of thi… |
| 4 | 199–267 | 501 | unassigned | | Devoid of reason would not have made Such speed: Frailty, thy name is Woman, Why she would hang on him, as if … |
| 5 | 268–341 | 501 | unassigned | | My Lord, upon the platform where we watched. Did you not speak to it? My Lord we did, but answer made it none,… |
| 6 | 342–405 | 495 | unassigned | | Yet here Leartes? aboard, aboard, for shame, The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are stayed fo… |
| 7 | 406–473 | 510 | unassigned | | Angels and Ministers of grace defend us, Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damned, Bring with thee airs fr… |
| 8 | 474–539 | 508 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.86 | O God. Revenge his foul, and most unnatural murder: Murder. Yea, murder in the highest degree, As in the least… |
| 9 | 540–611 | 494 | unassigned | | My lord, my lord. Lord Hamlet. Ill, lo, lo, ho, ho. Ill, lo, lo, so, ho, so, come boy, come. heavens secure hi… |
| 10 | 612–675 | 510 | unassigned | | Rest, rest, perturbed spirit: so gentlemen, In all my love I do commend me to you, And what so poor a man as H… |
| 11 | 676–737 | 463 | unassigned | | Mad for thy love, What have you given him any cross words of late? I did repel his letters, deny his gifts, As… |
| 12 | 738–802 | 480 | unassigned | | It likes us well, and at fit time and leisure we'll read and answer these his Articles, Mean time we thank you… |
| 13 | 803–868 | 505 | unassigned | | To be, or not to be, I there's the point, To Die, to sleep, is that all? I all: No, to sleep, to dream, I mary… |
| 14 | 869–936 | 501 | unassigned | | Alas, what change is this? But if thou wilt needs many, marry a fool, For wisemen know well enough, What monst… |
| 15 | 937–1000 | 474 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.79 | What say you? Nay then I see how the wind sits, Come, you were sent for. My lord, we were, and willingly if we… |
| 16 | 1001–1065 | 522 | unassigned | | Why by lot, or God wots, or as it came to pass, And so it was, the first verse of the godly Ballet Will tell y… |
| 17 | 1066–1126 | 501 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.79 | Look my lord if he hath not changed his colour, And hath tears in his eyes: no more good heart, no more. 'tis … |
| 18 | 1127–1185 | 495 | unassigned | | My lord, we have done all the best we could, To wring from him the cause of all his grief, But still he puts u… |
| 19 | 1186–1246 | 497 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.74 | And do you hear? let not your Clown speak More than is set down, there be of them I can tell you That will lau… |
| 20 | 1247–1305 | 498 | unassigned | | you shall hear anon, this fellow will tell you all. Will he tell us what this show means? I, or any show you'l… |
| 21 | 1306–1373 | 515 | unassigned | | Two months, nay then let the devil wear black, For i'll have a suit of Sables: Iesus, two months dead, And not… |
| 22 | 1374–1441 | 503 | unassigned | | Well my Lord we'll take our leave. Farewell, farewell, God bless you. My lord, the Queen would speak with you.… |
| 23 | 1442–1508 | 505 | unassigned | | How▪ kill a king! ja King: nay sit you down, and ere you part, If you be made of penitrable stuff, I'll make y… |
| 24 | 1509–1569 | 484 | unassigned | | Alas, it is the weakness of thy brain, Which makes thy tongue to blazon thy heart's grief: But as I have a sou… |
| 25 | 1570–1636 | 495 | unassigned | | Nay do you hear? do not make too much haste, I'll warrant you he'll stay till you come. Well son Hamlet, we in… |
| 26 | 1637–1708 | 517 | unassigned | | A pretty wretch! this is a change indeed: O Time, how swiftly runs our joys away? Content on earth was never c… |
| 27 | 1709–1772 | 498 | unassigned | | Grief upon grief, my father murdered, My sister thus distracted: Cursed be his soul that wrought this wicked a… |
| 28 | 1773–1839 | 523 | unassigned | | Mary Leartes thus: I'll lay a wager, shallbe on Hamlets side, and you shall give the odds, The which will draw… |
| 29 | 1840–1910 | 517 | unassigned | | And if any one ask thee hereafter, say, A Grave-maker, for the houses he builds Last till Doomsday. Fetch me a… |
| 30 | 1911–1963 | 526 | unassigned | | Why there they say the men are as mad as he. Whose skull was this? This, a plague on him, a mad rogues it was,… |
| 31 | 1964–2027 | 519 | unassigned | | Alas, it is his madness makes him thus, And not his heart, Leartes. My lord, 'tis so: but we'll no longer trif… |
| 32 | 2028–2102 | 516 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.85 | Sir I am satisfied in nature, But in terms of honour I'll stand aloof, And will no reconcilement, Till by some… |