Speeches (Lines) for Player Queen in "The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark"

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# Act, Scene, Line Speech text
1 III, 2, 2052
  • So many journeys may the sun and moon
    Make us again count o'er ere love be...
  • So many journeys may the sun and moon
    Make us again count o'er ere love be done!
    But woe is me! you are so sick of late,
    So far from cheer and from your former state.
    That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,
    Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must;
    For women's fear and love holds quantity,
    In neither aught, or in extremity.
    Now what my love is, proof hath made you know;
    And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so.
    Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
    Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
  • Player King. Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round
    Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground,
    And thirty dozen moons with borrowed sheen
    About the world have times twelve thirties been,
    Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands,
    Unite comutual in most sacred bands.

    Player Queen. So many journeys may the sun and moon
    Make us again count o'er ere love be done!
    But woe is me! you are so sick of late,
    So far from cheer and from your former state.
    That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,
    Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must;
    For women's fear and love holds quantity,
    In neither aught, or in extremity.
    Now what my love is, proof hath made you know;
    And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so.
    Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
    Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

2 III, 2, 2069
  • O, confound the rest!
    Such love must needs be treason in my breast.
    Wh...
  • O, confound the rest!
    Such love must needs be treason in my breast.
    When second husband let me be accurst!
    None wed the second but who killed the first.
  • Player King. Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;
    My operant powers their functions leave to do.
    And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,
    Honour'd, belov'd, and haply one as kind
    For husband shalt thou-

    Player Queen. O, confound the rest!
    Such love must needs be treason in my breast.
    When second husband let me be accurst!
    None wed the second but who killed the first.

3 III, 2, 2108
  • Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light,
    Sport and repose lock from me...
  • Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light,
    Sport and repose lock from me day and night,
    To desperation turn my trust and hope,
    An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope,
    Each opposite that blanks the face of joy
    Meet what I would have well, and it destroy,
    Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
    If, once a widow, ever I be wife!
  • Player King. I do believe you think what now you speak;
    But what we do determine oft we break.
    Purpose is but the slave to memory,
    Of violent birth, but poor validity;
    Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree,
    But fall unshaken when they mellow be.
    Most necessary 'tis that we forget
    To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt.
    What to ourselves in passion we propose,
    The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
    The violence of either grief or joy
    Their own enactures with themselves destroy.
    Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
    Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
    This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
    That even our loves should with our fortunes change;
    For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
    Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
    The great man down, you mark his favourite flies,
    The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies;
    And hitherto doth love on fortune tend,
    For who not needs shall never lack a friend,
    And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
    Directly seasons him his enemy.
    But, orderly to end where I begun,
    Our wills and fates do so contrary run
    That our devices still are overthrown;
    Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
    So think thou wilt no second husband wed;
    But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.

    Player Queen. Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light,
    Sport and repose lock from me day and night,
    To desperation turn my trust and hope,
    An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope,
    Each opposite that blanks the face of joy
    Meet what I would have well, and it destroy,
    Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
    If, once a widow, ever I be wife!

4 III, 2, 2120
  • Sleep rock thy brain,
  • Sleep rock thy brain,
  • Player King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile.
    My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
    The tedious day with sleep.

    Player Queen. Sleep rock thy brain,

5 III, 2, 2122
  • And never come mischance between us twain!
  • And never come mischance between us twain!
  • (stage directions). He sleeps.]

    Player Queen. And never come mischance between us twain!

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