there’s a divinity…
that shapes our ends
earnest…
conjuration from the king
heaven…
ordinant
they are not near…
my conscience
kill’d my king…
and whor’d my mother
we defy…
augury
there is special…
providence in the fall of a sparrow
was’t Hamlet…
wrong’d Laertes? Never Hamlet
hurt my…
brother
in my terms of…
honour
our son…
shall win
I will, my lord,…
I pray you pardon me
(aside) yet it is…
almost against my conscience
as a woodcock…
to mine own springe
I am justly…
kill’d with mine own treachery
incestuous,…
murd’rous, damned Dane
is thy…
union here?
he has my…
dying voice
carnal,…
bloody, and unnatural acts
like a solider…
to the stage
had he been put on,…
to have prov’d himself most royal