"Die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there’s hope a great man’s memory may outlive his life half a year." I n this quote hamlet is seeing his father’s ghost. This is an image of hamlet kneeing before his father.
To be or not to be – that is the question This quote he ask himself “weather he wants to be alive or dead.”
How now, a rat? Dead for a ducat, dead! This quote is said right before hamlet stabs Polonius through the curtains . Thinking it was the king.
"The play 's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.“ I’m King This quote is when hamlet is talking about the addition on to the play where they would act out his fathers death and if the king even moves wrong then hamlet will know he killed his father.
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;And now I'll don't. And so he goes to heaven;And so am I revenged. That would be scann'd:A villain kills my father; and for that,I, his sole son, do this same villain sendTo heaven.O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.He took my father grossly, full of bread;With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?But in our circumstance and course of thought,'Tis heavy with him: and am I then revenged,To take him in the purging of his soul,When he is fit and season'd for his passage?No!Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent:When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed;At gaming, swearing, or about some actThat has no relish of salvation in't;Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,And that his soul may be as damn'd and blackAs hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays:This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
"I loved Ophelia: Forty thousand brothersCould not, with all their quantity of love,Make up my sum." He really did love her, but things didn’t work out with them she died. Ophelia
A little more than kin, and less than kind. In the movie Lion King Scar tells Simba that now that his dad is gone because scar killed him that he would take care of him like his own son
On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares! He is seeing the ghost of his father.
I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by. Hamlets mother hands I'm a cup with poison in it but she don’t know and ends up drinking it her self