| 1 | 0–76 | 493 | unassigned | | WHo's there? Nay answer me: Stand & unfold yourself. Long live the King. Bernardo? He. You come most carefully… |
| 2 | 77–145 | 527 | unassigned | | Good now sit down, & tell me he that knows Why this same strict and most observant Watch, So nightly toils the… |
| 3 | 146–214 | 546 | unassigned | | It faded on the crowing of the Cock. Some says, that ever 'gainst that Season comes Wherein our Saviour's Birt… |
| 4 | 215–283 | 519 | unassigned | | Dread my Lord, Your leave and favour to return to France, From whence, though willingly I came to Denmark To s… |
| 5 | 284–347 | 492 | unassigned | | Let not thy Mother lose her Prayers Hamlet: I prithee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. I shall in all my be… |
| 6 | 348–422 | 484 | unassigned | | Indeed my Lord, it followed hard upon. Thrift, thrift Horatio: the Funeral Bakt-meats Did coldly furnish forth… |
| 7 | 423–486 | 481 | unassigned | | I'll watch to Night; perchance 'twill wake again. I warrant you it will. If it assume my noble Father's person… |
| 8 | 487–553 | 519 | unassigned | | I shall th' effect of this good Lesson keep, As watchmen to my heart: but good my Brother Do not as some ungra… |
| 9 | 554–618 | 488 | unassigned | | My Lord, he hath importuned me with love, In honourable fashion. I, fashion you may call it, go too, go too. A… |
| 10 | 619–686 | 461 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.73 | It beckons you to go away with it, As if it some impartment did desire To you alone. Look with what courteous … |
| 11 | 687–749 | 479 | unassigned | | Hast, hast me to know it, That with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of Love, May sweep to my Rev… |
| 12 | 750–826 | 518 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.73 | Oh all you host of Heaven! Oh Earth; what else? And shall I couple Hell? Oh fie: hold my heart; And you my sin… |
| 13 | 827–894 | 511 | unassigned | | Swear. Well said old Mole, canst work i' th' ground so fast? A worthy Pioneer, once more remove good friends. … |
| 14 | 895–963 | 511 | unassigned | | Wherefore should you do this? I my Lord, I would know that. Marry Sir, here's my drift, And I believe it is a … |
| 15 | 964–1035 | 530 | unassigned | | Go with me, I will go seek the King, This is the very ecstasy of Love, Whose violent property foredoes itself,… |
| 16 | 1036–1098 | 492 | unassigned | | Oh speak of that, that I do long to hear. Give first admittance to th' Ambassadors, My News shall be the News … |
| 17 | 1099–1162 | 516 | unassigned | | Good Madam stay awhile, I will be faithful. Doubt thou, the Starres are fire, Doubt, that the Sunne doth moue:… |
| 18 | 1163–1210 | 512 | unassigned | | For if the Sun breed Maggots in a dead dog, being a good kissing Carrion— Have you a daughter? I have my Lord.… |
| 19 | 1211–1229 | 517 | unassigned | | Why then your Ambition makes it one: 'tis too narrow for your mind. O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, a… |
| 20 | 1230–1251 | 518 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.74 | Why did you laugh, when I said, Man delights not me? To think, my Lord, if you delight not in Man, what Lenton… |
| 21 | 1252–1275 | 527 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.78 | Hark you Guildensterne, and you too: at each care a hearer: that great Baby you see there, is not yet out of h… |
| 22 | 1276–1339 | 506 | T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma | 0.75 | The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose Sable Arms Black as his purpose, did the night resemble When he lay couched in th… |
| 23 | 1340–1389 | 515 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.77 | I is well, I'll have thee speak out the rest, soon. Good my Lord, will you see the Players well bestowed. Do y… |
| 24 | 1390–1459 | 514 | T26 Devils, hell and fiends | 0.78 | I have heard, that guilty Creatures sitting at a Play, Have by the very cunning of the Scoene, Bene strooke so… |
| 25 | 1460–1522 | 513 | unassigned | | Oh 'tis true: How smart a lash that speech doth give my Conscience? The Harlot's Cheek beautied with plaist'ri… |
| 26 | 1523–1557 | 506 | unassigned | | You should not have believed me. For virtue cannot so innocculate our old stock, but we shall-rellish of it. I… |
| 27 | 1558–1576 | 528 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.80 | It shall do well. But yet do I believe The Origin and Commencement of this grief Sprung from neglected love. H… |
| 28 | 1577–1638 | 491 | unassigned | | How now my Lord, Will the King hear this piece of Work? And the Queen too, and that presently. Bid the Players… |
| 29 | 1639–1695 | 490 | unassigned | | No my Lord. I mean, My Head upon your Lap? I my Lord. Do you think I meant Country matters? I think nothing, m… |
| 30 | 1696–1754 | 506 | unassigned | | I do believe you. Think what now you speak: But what we do determine, oft we break: Purpose is but the slave t… |
| 31 | 1755–1811 | 519 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.67 | Thoughts black, hands apt, Drugs fit, and Time agreeing: Confederate season, else, no Creature seeing: Thou mi… |
| 32 | 1812–1857 | 526 | unassigned | | Good my Lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do freely bar the door of your own Liberty, if you deny you… |
| 33 | 1858–1926 | 525 | unassigned | | We will ourselves provide: Most holy and Religious fear it is To keep those many many bodies safe That live an… |
| 34 | 1927–1994 | 523 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.78 | Now might I do it pat, now he is praying, And now I'll do't, and so he goes to Heaven, And so am I revenged: t… |
| 35 | 1995–2061 | 488 | unassigned | | What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue, In noise so rude against me? Such an Act That blurs the gra… |
| 36 | 2062–2128 | 504 | unassigned | | Do not forget: this Visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. But look Amazement on thy Mother fit… |
| 37 | 2129–2199 | 542 | unassigned | | Not this by no means that I bid you do: Let the blunt King tempt you again to bed, Pinch Wanton on your cheek,… |
| 38 | 2200–2245 | 487 | unassigned | | Safely stowed. Hamlet, Lord Hamlet. What noise? Who calls on Hamlet? Oh here they come. What have you done my … |
| 39 | 2246–2309 | 488 | unassigned | | He will stay till ye come. Hamlet, this deed of thine, for thine especial safety Which we do tender, as we dea… |
| 40 | 2310–2366 | 485 | unassigned | | Alas sweet Lady: what imports this Song? Say you? Nay pray you mark. He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and … |
| 41 | 2367–2442 | 502 | unassigned | | Save yourself, my Lord. The Ocean (over-peering of his List) Eats not the Flats with more impittious haste The… |
| 42 | 2443–2494 | 464 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.73 | They bore him bore faced on the Beer, hay non nonny, nonny, hay nonny: And on his grave rains many a tear, Far… |
| 43 | 2495–2538 | 506 | unassigned | | When thou shalt have ouerlooked this, give these Fellows some means to the King: They have Letters for him. Er… |
| 44 | 2539–2601 | 504 | unassigned | | From Hamlet? Who brought them? Saylors my Lord they say, I saw them not: They were given me by Claudio, he rec… |
| 45 | 2602–2668 | 515 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.78 | No place indeed should murder Sancturize; Revenge should have no bounds: but good Laertes Will you do this, ke… |
| 46 | 2669–2701 | 500 | unassigned | | Let's follow, Gertrude: How much I had to do to calm his rage? Now fear I this will give it start again; There… |
| 47 | 2702–2729 | 506 | unassigned | | Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at Graue-making? Custom hath made it in him a proper… |
| 48 | 2730–2761 | 503 | unassigned | | What man dost thou dig it for? For no man Sir. What woman then? For none neither. Who is to be buried in't? On… |
| 49 | 2762–2826 | 506 | unassigned | | What's that my Lord? Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' th' earth? E'en so. And smelled so? P… |
| 50 | 2827–2895 | 486 | unassigned | | Pluck them asunder. Hamlet, Hamlet. Good my Lord be quiet. Why I will fight with him upon this Theme. Until my… |
| 51 | 2896–2959 | 524 | unassigned | | Being thus benetted round with Villains, Ere I could make a Prologue to my brains, They had begun the Play. I … |
| 52 | 2960–2986 | 525 | unassigned | | No, believe me 'tis very cold, the wind is Northerly. It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed. Me thinks it is v… |
| 53 | 2987–3052 | 515 | unassigned | | If your mind dislike any thing, obey. I will forestall their repair hither, and say you are not fit. Not a whi… |
| 54 | 3053–3136 | 474 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.76 | Come on sir. Come on sir. One. No. judgement. A hit, a very palpable hit. Well: again. Stay, give me drink. Ha… |
| 55 | 3137–3209 | 490 | T38 Death, parting and grief at court | 0.76 | As th' art a man, give me the Cup. Let go, by Heaven I'll have't. Oh good Horatio, what a wounded name, (Thing… |