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