Act ii. Sc. 1.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity;
And pity 'tis, 'tis true.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Doubt thou the stars are tire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
Act ii. Sc. 2,
Still harping on my daughter.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Though this be madness, yet there's method in it.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in
faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action,
how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a God!
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Man delights not me--nor woman neither.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
I know a hawk from a hand-saw.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Come, give us a taste of your quality.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
'Twas caviare to the general.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba?
Act ii. Sc. 2.
The play's the thing,
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
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 wished.
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