
HAMLET FINAL TEST
QuizĀ by Angela Mateo De Mosteyrin
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"This bodes some strange eruption to our stateā
āA little more than kin and less than kind"
āPerhaps he loves you now, and now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch the virtue of his will, but you must fear, his greatness weighed, his will is not his ownā
āNeither a borrower nor a lender be for loan oft loses both itself and friend and borrowing dulleth edge of husbandry. This above all, to thine own self be trueā
āSomething is rotten in the state of Denmarkā
āRevenge his foul and most unnatural murderā
ā...breathe his faults so quaintly, that they may seem the taint of libertyā
ā...as you did command, I did repelā
āAnd I beseech you instantly to visit my too much damaged sonā
ā...hunts not the trail of policy so sureā
āThough this be madness, yet there is method in ātā
"The playās the thing wherein Iāll catch the conscience of the Kingā
āTo be or not to be- that is the question.ā
āIt shall be so, madness in great ones must not unwatched go.ā
āO, woe is me, Tā have seen what I have seen, see what I see!ā
āGet thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?ā
āI have in quick determination Thus set it down: He shall with speed to Englandā
ātake you me for a sponge, my lord?ā
āa man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that wormā
āI would give you some violets but they all withered when my father diedā
āThat I shall live and tell him to his teeth, āthus didāst thouāā
āIāll have prepared him a chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping, if he by chance escape your venomed stuck, our purpose may hold thereā
āA royal knavery! - an exact command, larded with many several sorts of reasons, importing Denmarkās health, and Englandās too, with, ho, such bugs and goblins in my life, that on the supervise, no leisure bated, no, not to stay the grinding of the ax, my head should be struck offā
āWhy, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric. I am justly killed with mine own treacheryā
āO villainy! Ho! Let the door be locked. Treachery! Seek it outā
āThe point envenomed too? Then, venom, to thy workā
āNow cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet Prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy restā
āFor me with sorrow I embrace my fortune. I have some rights of memory in this kingdomā