Hint | Answer | % Correct |
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to be or not to be | 56%
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frailty, thy name is woman | 44%
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Corruption | something is rotten in the state of Denmark | 44%
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incestuous sheets | 33%
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tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed | 33%
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get thee to a nunnery | 22%
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a little more than kin, and less than kind | 11%
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hyperion to a satyr | 11%
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my words fly up, my thoughts remain below | 11%
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the lady doth protest too much, methinks | 11%
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the serpent that did sting thy father's life now wears his crown | 11%
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time is out of joint | 11%
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tis unmanly grief | 11%
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to cut his throat in the church | 11%
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to put an antic disposition on | 11%
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a beast that wants discourse of reason would have mourned longer | 0%
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a dream itself is but a shadow | 0%
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a look so piteous in purport as if he had been loosed out of hell | 0%
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as a woodcock to mine own springe... I am justly killed with mine own treachery | 0%
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bow, stubborn knees | 0%
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but, to know a man well, were to know himself | 0%
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by our late dear brother's death our state be disjoint and out of frame | 0%
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cast thy nighted colour off | 0%
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conscience does make cowards of us all | 0%
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crafty madness - Guildenstern | 0%
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Denmark's a prison | 0%
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do not spread compost on the weeds to make them ranker | 0%
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Deception | do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe... though you can fret me, yet you cannot play me | 0%
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for like hectic in my blood he rages, and thou must cure me | 0%
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for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad | 0%
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foul and pestilent congregation of vapours | 0%
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foul deeds will rise, though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes | 0%
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Hamlet's transformation... not the exterior nor the inward man resembles what it was | 0%
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he hath not failed to pester us with message, importing the surrender of the lands lost by his father | 0%
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he puts on this confusion - Claudius | 0%
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here is your husband, like a mildewed ear. blasting his wholesome brother | 0%
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here shows much amiss | 0%
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her speech is nothing | 0%
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he that plays the king shall be welcome | 0%
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he waxes desperate with imagination - horatio | 0%
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Hoist with his own petard | 0%
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hoist with his own petard | 0%
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how all occasions do inform against me and spur my dull revenge | 0%
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I am mad but north-north-west | 0%
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I am satisfied in nature | 0%
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I am sick at heart | 0%
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I am too much in the sun | 0%
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Madness/ Deception | I essentially am not in madness, but mad in craft | 0%
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I lack advancement | 0%
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I'll be revenged most thoroughly for my father | 0%
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Laertes as a foil | I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance your skill shall, like a star i'the darkest night, stick fiery off indeed | 0%
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I'll touch my point with this contagion, that if I gall him slightly, it may be death | 0%
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I must be cruel only to be kind | 0%
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in heaven... if your messenger find him not there, seek him in the other place yourself | 0%
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in second husband let me be accurst (metadrama) | 0%
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is it not to be damned to let this canker of our nature come | 0%
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it warms the very sickness in my heart, that I shall live and tell him to his teeth, 'thus diest thou' | 0%
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I will speak daggers to her, but use none | 0%
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I, with wings as swift as swift as meditation or the thoughts of love may sweep to my revenge | 0%
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leave her to heaven and to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, to prick and sting her | 0%
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let Hercules himself do what he may, the cat will mew and the dog will have his day | 0%
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let in the maid, that out a maid never departed before | 0%
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let me be cruel, not unnatural | 0%
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let not ever the soul of Nero enter this firm bosom | 0%
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like the owner of a foul disease, to keep it from divulging, let it feed even on the pith of life | 0%
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Madness | mad as the sea and wind when both contend which is mightier | 0%
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mad for thy love? | 0%
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madness in great ones must not unwatched go | 0%
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mirth in funeral and dirge in marriage | 0%
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murder most foul... but this most foul, strange, and unnatural | 0%
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my fate cries out | 0%
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my offence is rank, it smells to heaven | 0%
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my stronger guilt defeats my strong intent | 0%
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my thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth | 0%
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my two school fellows, whom I will trust as I will adders fanged | 0%
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my wit's diseased | 0%
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my words fly up, my thoughts remain below. words without thoughts never to heaven go | 0%
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no more like my father than I to Hercules | 0%
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no place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize | 0%
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no place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize; revenge should have no bounds | 0%
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nor what he spake, though it lacked form a little, was not like madness | 0%
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Duty/filial obligation | o cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right | 0%
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Grief/identity | O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt thaw and resolve itself into a dew | 0%
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o, this is the poison of deep grief | 0%
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o what a rogue and peasant slave am I | 0%
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Priam's slaughter | 0%
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prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell | 0%
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Revenge | revenge his foul and most unnatural murder | 0%
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revenge should have no bounds | 0%
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smiling, damned villain | 0%
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so full of artless joy is guilt, it spills itself in fearing to be spilt | 0%
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spirit with divine ambition puffed | 0%
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sponge... that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities | 0%
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that we would do we should do when we would | 0%
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Gender | the canker galls the infants of the spring too oft before their buttons be disclosed | 0%
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the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge | 0%
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the foul practice hath turned itself on me | 0%
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the play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King | 0%
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there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so | 0%
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there lives within the very flame of love a kind of wick and snuff that will abate it (claudius about Laertes' revenge) | 0%
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there's a divinity that shapes our ends | 0%
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the survivor bound in filial obligation for some term to do obsequious sorrow | 0%
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things rank and gross in nature | 0%
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this bodes some strange eruption to our state | 0%
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this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promonotory | 0%
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this is the very ecstasy of love | 0%
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though this be madness, yet there is method in it | 0%
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though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green | 0%
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tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world | 0%
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to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. | 0%
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to die, to sleep. to sleep, perchance to dream. | 0%
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to me, what is this quintessence of dust? | 0%
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to recover of us, by strong hand... those forsaid lands so by his father lost | 0%
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to slit his throat in the church | 0%
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Morality/conscience | to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day thou canst not then be false to any man | 0%
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unpregnant of my cause | 0%
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we are arrant knaves all | 0%
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what devil was it that hath cozened you at hoodman-blind? | 0%
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what if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother's blood, is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow? | 0%
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when these are gone, the woman will be out | 0%
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Justice/natural order | Where the offence is, let the great axe fall | 0%
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whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them. | 0%
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whet thy almost blunted purpose | 0%
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you are a fishmonger | 0%
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Fortinbras as a foil | young Fortinbras, of unimproved mettle hot and full | 0%
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you promised me to wed. so would I a done, by yonder sun, and thou hadst not come into my bed | 0%
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your bait of falsehood take this carp of truth | 0%
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your noble son is mad... to define true madness, what is it to be nothing else but mad? | 0%
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