Speeches (Lines) for Gertrude
in "Hamlet"

Total: 69

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# Act, Scene, Line
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1

I,2,270

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
Thou know'st 'tis common. All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.

2

I,2,277

If it be,
Why seems it so particular with thee?

3

I,2,321

Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.
I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.

4

II,2,1102

Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you,
And sure I am two men there are not living
To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
To show us so much gentry and good will
As to expend your time with us awhile
For the supply and profit of our hope,
Your visitation shall receive such thanks
As fits a king's remembrance.

5

II,2,1119

Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz.
And I beseech you instantly to visit
My too much changed son.- Go, some of you,
And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.

6

II,2,1125

Ay, amen!

7

II,2,1145

I doubt it is no other but the main,
His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage.

8

II,2,1190

More matter, with less art.

9

II,2,1210

Came this from Hamlet to her?

10

II,2,1251

it may be, very like.

11

II,2,1263

So he does indeed.

12

II,2,1272

But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.

13

III,1,1693

Did he receive you well?

14

III,1,1698

Did you assay him
To any pastime?

15

III,1,1725

I shall obey you;
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet's wildness. So shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours.

16

III,2,1989

Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.

17

III,2,2125

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

18

III,2,2154

How fares my lord?

19

III,4,2389

I'll warrant you; fear me not. Withdraw; I hear him coming.

20

III,4,2393

Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

21

III,4,2395

Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.

22

III,4,2397

Why, how now, Hamlet?

23

III,4,2399

Have you forgot me?

24

III,4,2403

Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak.

25

III,4,2407

What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murther me?
Help, help, ho!

26

III,4,2413

O me, what hast thou done?

27

III,4,2415

O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!

28

III,4,2418

As kill a king?

29

III,4,2429

What have I done that thou dar'st wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?

30

III,4,2443

Ah me, what act,
That roars so loud and thunders in the index?

31

III,4,2481

O Hamlet, speak no more!
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul,
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct.

32

III,4,2489

O, speak to me no more!
These words like daggers enter in mine ears.
No more, sweet Hamlet!

33

III,4,2498

No more!

34

III,4,2503

Alas, he's mad!

35

III,4,2515

Alas, how is't with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
And with th' encorporal air do hold discourse?
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
And, as the sleeping soldiers in th' alarm,
Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements,
Start up and stand an end. O gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience! Whereon do you look?

36

III,4,2530

To whom do you speak this?

37

III,4,2532

Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.

38

III,4,2534

No, nothing but ourselves.

39

III,4,2539

This is the very coinage of your brain.
This bodiless creation ecstasy
Is very cunning in.

40

III,4,2559

O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.

41

III,4,2584

What shall I do?

42

III,4,2601

Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.

43

III,4,2605

Alack,
I had forgot! 'Tis so concluded on.

44

IV,1,2629

Bestow this place on us a little while.
[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
Ah, mine own lord, what have I seen to-night!

45

IV,1,2633

Mad as the sea and wind when both contend
Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!'
And in this brainish apprehension kills
The unseen good old man.

46

IV,1,2651

To draw apart the body he hath kill'd;
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
Among a mineral of metals base,
Shows itself pure. He weeps for what is done.

47

IV,5,2857

I will not speak with her.

48

IV,5,2860

What would she have?

49

IV,5,2873

Let her come in.
[Exit Gentleman.]
[Aside] To my sick soul (as sin's true nature is)
Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

50

IV,5,2881

How now, Ophelia?

51

IV,5,2887

Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?

52

IV,5,2894

Nay, but Ophelia-

53

IV,5,2898

Alas, look here, my lord!

54

IV,5,2958

Alack, what noise is this?

55

IV,5,2974

How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!

56

IV,5,2985

Calmly, good Laertes.

57

IV,5,3000

But not by him!

58

IV,7,3312

One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow. Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.

59

IV,7,3315

There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crowflowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them.
There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;
Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element; but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

60

IV,7,3334

Drown'd, drown'd.

61

V,1,3578

Sweets to the sweet! Farewell.
[Scatters flowers.]
I hop'd thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife;
I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
And not have strew'd thy grave.

62

V,1,3606

Hamlet, Hamlet!

63

V,1,3612

O my son, what theme?

64

V,1,3617

For love of God, forbear him!

65

V,1,3629

This is mere madness;
And thus a while the fit will work on him.
Anon, as patient as the female dove
When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,
His silence will sit drooping.

66

V,2,3938

He's fat, and scant of breath.
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows.
The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.

67

V,2,3943

I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me. Drinks.

68

V,2,3946

Come, let me wipe thy face.

69

V,2,3965

No, no! the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet!
The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. [Dies.]

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