Not where he eats,but where he is eaten. In heaven, Send thither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him. I' th' hum other place yourself
At supper
How all occasions do inform against me and spur my dull revenge. How stand I, then, that have a father killed, a mother stained exitements of my reason and my blood and let all sleep
Where on the numbers can not try the cause, which is not tomb enough and continent to hide the slain? O, from this time forth my thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears
Drowned? O, where?
Your sister's drowned, Laertes
when down her weedy trophies and herself fell into the weeping brook. Poulled the poor wretch from her melodius lay to muddy death
It must be, it can not be else. It is an act, to do, to perform. Argal, she drowned herself wittingly
How can that be unless she drowned herself in her own defense?
Is she to be buried in Christian burial, when she willfully seeks her own salvation?
Why, 'tis found so
I tell thee she is
That skull had a tongue in it and could sing once. How the knave howls. it to the ground as if 'twere Cain's jawbone, that did the first murder!
How long is that since?
Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there. 'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are mad as he
It was that very day that young Hamlet was born - he that is mad, and sent into England