To be or not to be that is the question To die to sleep Listen to many speak to a few I must be cruel only to be kind The rest is silence Get thee to a nunnery God hath given you one face and you make yourself another This above all: to thine own self be true And it must follow as the night the day Thou canst not then be false to any man. O my offense is rank it smells to heaven It hath the primal eldest curse upon ’t A brother’s murder Honour Hamlet Ophelia Claudius Gertrude Polonius