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Act 1, Sc. 3
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To thine own self be true
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Act 2, Sc. 2
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There is neither good or bad, but thinking makes it so
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Act 3, Sc. 1
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To be or not to be, that is the question
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Act 2, Sc. 2
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Brevity is the soul of wit
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Act 3, Sc. 1
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Conscience doth make cowards of us all
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Act 1, Sc. 3
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Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice
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Act 1, Sc. 4
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Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
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Act 2, Sc. 2
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What a piece of work is man!
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Act 3, Sc. 1
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Madness in great ones must not unwatched go
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Act 1, Sc. 5
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One may smile, and smile, and yet be a villain
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Act 2, Sc. 2
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Though this be madness, yet there is method in it
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Act 3, Sc. 1
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Ay, there's the rub
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Act 3, Sc. 1
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The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
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Act 2, Sc. 2
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Doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love
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Act 3, Sc. 2
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The lady doth protest too much, methinks
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Act 3, Sc. 4
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I must be cruel only to be kind
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Act 3, Sc. 1
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God hath given you one face, but you make yourself another
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Act 2, Sc. 2
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The play's the thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king!
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Act 5, Sc. 2
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There's a divinity that shapes our ends...
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Act 1, Sc. 5
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Adieu... adieu, remember me...
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Act 1, Sc. 3
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Neither a borrower nor a lender be
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Act IV, Sc. 5
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies
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Act 1, Sc. 2
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A little more than kin, a little less than kind
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Act 3, Sc. 1
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(To Ophelia) Get thee to a nunnery!
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Act 4, Sc. 7
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Too much water hast thou had, Ophelia, therefore I forbid my tears
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Act 1, Sc. 2
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Oh that the Almighty had not fixed his canon against self-slaughter!
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Act 2, Sc. 2
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The devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape
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Act 5, Sc. 1
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Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio.
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Act 3, Sc. 1
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To die, to sleep, perchance to dream
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Act 4, Sc. 3
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A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him
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