The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

The play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

To be, or not to be, that is the question

The play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.

This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

I will speak daggers to her but use none.

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?

Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?

When sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals.

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.