Speeches (Lines) for Messenger
in "Hamlet"
Total: 3

1

IV,5,2962

Claudius. Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.
[Enter a Messenger.]
What is the matter?

Messenger. Save Yourself, my lord:
The ocean, overpeering of his list,
Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
Than Young Laertes, in a riotous head,
O'erbears Your offices. The rabble call him lord;
And, as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
The ratifiers and props of every word,
They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!'
Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds,
'Laertes shall be king! Laertes king!'

2

IV,7,3170

Claudius. Break not your sleeps for that. You must not think
That we are made of stuff so flat and dull
That we can let our beard be shook with danger,
And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more.
I lov'd your father, and we love ourself,
And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine-
[Enter a Messenger with letters.]
How now? What news?

Messenger. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet:
This to your Majesty; this to the Queen.

3

IV,7,3173

Claudius. From Hamlet? Who brought them?

Messenger. Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not.
They were given me by Claudio; he receiv'd them
Of him that brought them.