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Speeches (Lines) for Laertes
in "Hamlet"

Total: 62

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

I,2,252

My dread lord,
Your leave and favour to return to France;...

2

I,3,482

My necessaries are embark'd. Farewell.
And, sister, as the winds give benefit...

3

I,3,487

For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour,
Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;...

4

I,3,494

Think it no more.
For nature crescent does not grow alone...

5

I,3,536

O, fear me not!
[Enter Polonius. ]...

6

I,3,568

Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.

7

I,3,570

Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well
What I have said to you.

8

I,3,574

Farewell. Exit.

9

IV,5,2978

Where is this king?- Sirs, staid you all without.

10

IV,5,2980

I pray you give me leave.

11

IV,5,2982

I thank you. Keep the door. [Exeunt his Followers.]
O thou vile king,...

12

IV,5,2986

That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard;
Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot...

13

IV,5,2998

Where is my father?

14

IV,5,3002

How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil...

15

IV,5,3010

My will, not all the world!
And for my means, I'll husband them so well...

16

IV,5,3018

None but his enemies.

17

IV,5,3020

To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms
And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,...

18

IV,5,3030

How now? What noise is that?
[Enter Ophelia. ]...

19

IV,5,3047

Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
It could not move thus.

20

IV,5,3052

This nothing's more than matter.

21

IV,5,3055

A document in madness! Thoughts and remembrance fitted.

22

IV,5,3062

Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,
She turns to favour and to prettiness.

23

IV,5,3077

Do you see this, O God?

24

IV,5,3089

Let this be so.
His means of death, his obscure funeral-...

25

IV,7,3136

It well appears. But tell me
Why you proceeded not against these feats...

26

IV,7,3157

And so have I a noble father lost;
A sister driven into desp'rate terms,...

27

IV,7,3185

Know you the hand?

28

IV,7,3189

I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come!
It warms the very sickness in my heart...

29

IV,7,3196

Ay my lord,
So you will not o'errule me to a peace.

30

IV,7,3206

My lord, I will be rul'd;
The rather, if you could devise it so...

31

IV,7,3216

What part is that, my lord?

32

IV,7,3231

A Norman was't?

33

IV,7,3233

Upon my life, Lamound.

34

IV,7,3235

I know him well. He is the broach indeed
And gem of all the nation.

35

IV,7,3249

What out of this, my lord?

36

IV,7,3253

Why ask you this?

37

IV,7,3271

To cut his throat i' th' church!

38

IV,7,3285

I will do't!
And for that purpose I'll anoint my sword....

39

IV,7,3314

Drown'd! O, where?

40

IV,7,3333

Alas, then she is drown'd?

41

IV,7,3335

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears; but yet...

42

V,1,3554

What ceremony else?

43

V,1,3557

What ceremony else?

44

V,1,3567

Must there no more be done?

45

V,1,3572

Lay her i' th' earth;
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh...

46

V,1,3583

O, treble woe
Fall ten times treble on that cursed head...

47

V,1,3598

The devil take thy soul!

48

V,2,3882

I am satisfied in nature,
Whose motive in this case should stir me most...

49

V,2,3894

Come, one for me.

50

V,2,3898

You mock me, sir.

51

V,2,3906

This is too heavy; let me see another.

52

V,2,3924

Come, my lord. They play.

53

V,2,3926

No.

54

V,2,3929

Well, again!

55

V,2,3936

A touch, a touch; I do confess't.

56

V,2,3947

My lord, I'll hit him now.

57

V,2,3949

[aside] And yet it is almost against my conscience.

58

V,2,3953

Say you so? Come on. Play.

59

V,2,3955

Have at you now!

60

V,2,3962

Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric.I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.

61

V,2,3970

It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain;
No medicine in the world can do thee good....

62

V,2,3985

He is justly serv'd.
It is a poison temper'd by himself....

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