To sleep, perchance to dream.

Act 3 Scene 1
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Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
and thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this reagard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

Act III, scene i, line 185

Prologue: For us, and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency,
We beg your hearing patiently.

Act III, scene ii

O, from this time forth
My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!

Act IV, scene iv

An old man is twice a child.

Act II, sc. 2.