HAMLET CRAZINESS PROGRESSION - KEY
A.	1.2.124: O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!  Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d His canon ’gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!
B.	1.4.43: Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee. I’ll call thee “Hamlet,” “King,” “Father,” “royal Dane.” O, answer me!
C.	1.5.186: But come Here, as before, never, so help you mercy How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself (As I perchance hereafter shall think mee To put an antic disposition on) That you, at such times seeing me, never shall With arms encumbered thus, or this headshake Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase As “Well, well, we know,” or “We could an if we would, Or “If we list to speak,” or “There be an if they might, Or such ambiguous giving out—to not That you know aught of me.
D.	2.2.188 – 2.2.222: Slanders, sir. For the satirical rogue says here that old men have gray beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams—all which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab you could go backward.
E.	2.2.233: You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal—except my life, except my life, except my life.
F.	2.2.402: I am but mad north-north west.  When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from the handsaw.
G.	3.1.64: To be, or not to be? That is the question Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffe The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And, by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep No more—and by a sleep to say we en The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished!
H.	3.1.131: Get thee to a nunnery, go. Farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell.
I.	3.2.1: Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand thus, but use all gently, for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
J.	3.2.132: O God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do but be merry? For, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.
K.	3.3.77: Now might I do it pat. Now he is a-praying. And now I’ll do ’t. And so he goes to heaven And so am I revenged.—That would be scanned. A villain kills my father, and, for that, I, his sole son, do this same villain send To heaven.
L.	3.4.34 – 3.4.46: A bloody deed – almost as bad, good mother, As kill and king and marry with his brother…Ay, lady, it was my word…
M.	3.4.53: Look here upon this picture and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.  See what a grade was seated on this brow, Hyperions curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars’ to threaten and command…
N.	4.3.27: The body is with the king, but the King is not with the body.  The King is a thing-
O.	5.2.240: Give me your pardon, sir. I’ve done you wrong But pardon ’t, as you are a gentleman This presence knows And you must needs have heard, how I am punished With sore distraction.