| A | B |
|---|
| To thine own self be true and then it must follow, as night..." | Polonius |
| The time is out of joint. Oh curse spite that I was born to set it right. | Hamlet |
| My words fly up, my thoughts remain below | Claudius |
| There's a rosemary, that's for remembrance...and there's pansies | Ophelia |
| Now crack's a noble heart | Horatio |
| O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven | Claudius |
| Speak no more. Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul. There I see such black and grained spots. | Gertrude |
| To die-to sleep. To sleep-perchance to dream | Hamlet |
| Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't | Polonius |
| Something is rotten in the state of Denmark | Marcellus |
| The serpent that did sting they father's life now wears his crown | Ghost of Hamlet's father |
| To be or not to be, that is the question | Hamlet |
| I am but mad north-north-west | Hamlet |
| Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing to what I shall unfold." | Ghost |
| What a rogue and peasant slave I am | Hamlet |
