Hamlet Act I

Act I, Sc. II
A little month.

Act I, Sc. II
The memory be green.

Act I, Sc. II
Like Niobe, all tears.

Act I, Sc. II
In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Act I, Sc. II
That it should come to this!

Act I, Sc. III
Give thy thoughts no tongue.

Act I, Sc. III
Springes to catch woodcocks.

Act I, Sc. V
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!

Act I, Sc. II
Arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe.

Act I, Sc. V
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle!

Act I, Sc. II
Season your admiration for a while.

Act I, Sc. IV
I do not set my life at a pin's fee.

Act I, Sc. II
It is not nor it cannot come to good.

Act I, Sc. V
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!

Act I, Sc. V
Within the book and volume of my brain.

Act I, Sc. II
A beast, that wants discourse of reason.

Act I, Sc. II
Let it be tenable in your silence still.

Act I, Sc. II
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

Act I, Sc. II
The head is not more native to the heart.

Act I, Sc. II
In the dead vast and middle of the night.

Act I, Sc. II
A little more than kin, and less than kind.

Act I, Sc. II
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

Act I, Sc. II
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve.

Act I, Sc. III
Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence.

Act I, Sc. IV
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Act I, Sc. V
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!

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