Speeches (Lines) for Guildenstern
in "Hamlet"

Total: 29

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

II,2,1114

But we both obey,
And here give up ourselves, in the full bent,
To lay our service freely at your feet,
To be commanded.

2

II,2,1123

Heavens make our presence and our practices
Pleasant and helpful to him!

3

II,2,1325

My honour'd lord!

4

II,2,1330

Happy in that we are not over-happy.
On Fortune's cap we are not the very button.

5

II,2,1336

Faith, her privates we.

6

II,2,1344

Prison, my lord?

7

II,2,1356

Which dreams indeed are ambition; for the very substance of
the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

8

II,2,1374

What should we say, my lord?

9

II,2,1388

My lord, we were sent for.

10

II,2,1443

O, there has been much throwing about of brains.

11

II,2,1452

There are the players.

12

II,2,1459

In what, my dear lord?

13

III,1,1689

Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
But with a crafty madness keeps aloof
When we would bring him on to some confession
Of his true state.

14

III,1,1695

But with much forcing of his disposition.

15

III,2,2183

Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.

16

III,2,2185

The King, sir-

17

III,2,2187

Is in his retirement, marvellous distemper'd.

18

III,2,2189

No, my lord; rather with choler.

19

III,2,2193

Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start
not so wildly from my affair.

20

III,2,2196

The Queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit
hath sent me to you.

21

III,2,2199

Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed.
If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do
your mother's commandment; if not, your pardon and my return
shall be the end of my business.

22

III,2,2204

What, my lord?

23

III,2,2230

O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.

24

III,2,2232

My lord, I cannot.

25

III,2,2234

Believe me, I cannot.

26

III,2,2236

I know, no touch of it, my lord.

27

III,2,2240

But these cannot I command to any utt'rance of harmony. I
have not the skill.

28

III,3,2284

We will ourselves provide.
Most holy and religious fear it is
To keep those many many bodies safe
That live and feed upon your Majesty.

29

IV,2,2704

A thing, my lord?

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