Hamlet

00:03:01 This is the tragedy...

00:08:44 nor witch hath power to charm

00:14:57 a fault to heaven, a fault against the dead

00:20:56 - No more, but so? - Think it no more.

00:26:17 Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven or ever I had seen that day, Horatio.

00:32:08 oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason...

00:38:02 that swift as quicksilver it courses through the natural gates...

00:43:23 how strange or odd so eer I bear myself

00:48:47 Doubt truth to be a liar

00:53:19 Though this be madness, yet theres method intt.

01:00:52 - What think you ont? - It shall do well

01:08:23 - Come, sirs. - Follow him, friends.

01:15:13 - You are merry, my lord. - Who? I?

01:25:07 Pray, can I not, though inclination be as sharp as will.

01:30:50 Take thy fortune.

01:36:34 O Hamlet. Thou hast cleft my heart in twain.

01:43:07 Why, how now, Ophelia?

01:50:24 of your dear fathers death, istt writ in your revenge...

01:57:31 We must speak by the card or equivocation will undo us.

02:03:05 Now pile your dust on the quick and dead...

02:08:45 bring you in short together and wager on your heads.

02:13:55 Let the swords be brought, the gentleman willing...

02:20:35 Give him the cup.

02:30:48 And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.