# Result number

Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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The numbering is not keyed to any copyrighted numbering system found in a volume of collected works (Arden, Oxford, etc.) The numbering starts at the beginning of the work, and does not restart for each scene.

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1

Hamlet
[I, 2]

Polonius

260

He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
By laboursome petition, and at last
Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent.
I do beseech you give him leave to go.

2

Hamlet
[I, 2]

Gertrude

321

Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.
I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.

3

Hamlet
[I, 3]

Polonius

569

The time invites you. Go, your servants tend.

4

Hamlet
[I, 3]

Polonius

599

Ay, fashion you may call it. Go to, go to!

5

Hamlet
[I, 4]

Horatio

631

Indeed? I heard it not. It then draws near the season
Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
[A flourish of trumpets, and two pieces go off.]
What does this mean, my lord?

6

Hamlet
[I, 4]

Horatio

688

It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.

7

Hamlet
[I, 4]

Marcellus

691

Look with what courteous action
It waves you to a more removed ground.
But do not go with it!

8

Hamlet
[I, 4]

Hamlet

712

It waves me still.
Go on. I'll follow thee.

9

Hamlet
[I, 4]

Marcellus

714

You shall not go, my lord.

10

Hamlet
[I, 4]

Horatio

716

Be rul'd. You shall not go.

11

Hamlet
[I, 4]

Hamlet

717

My fate cries out
And makes each petty artire in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
[Ghost beckons.]
Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!-
I say, away!- Go on. I'll follow thee.

12

Hamlet
[I, 5]

Hamlet

733

Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak! I'll go no further.

13

Hamlet
[I, 5]

Hamlet

872

Why, right! You are in the right!
And so, without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands and part;
You, as your business and desires shall point you,
For every man hath business and desire,
Such as it is; and for my own poor part,
Look you, I'll go pray.

14

Hamlet
[I, 5]

Hamlet

937

Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen,
With all my love I do commend me to you;
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
May do t' express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint. O cursed spite
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together.

15

Hamlet
[II, 1]

Polonius

974

Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling,
Drabbing. You may go so far.

16

Hamlet
[II, 1]

Ophelia

1046

He took me by the wrist and held me hard;
Then goes he to the length of all his arm,
And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
He falls to such perusal of my face
As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so.
At last, a little shaking of mine arm,
And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound
As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
And end his being. That done, he lets me go,
And with his head over his shoulder turn'd
He seem'd to find his way without his eyes,
For out o' doors he went without their help
And to the last bended their light on me.

17

Hamlet
[II, 1]

Polonius

1060

Come, go with me. I will go seek the King.
This is the very ecstasy of love,
Whose violent property fordoes itself
And leads the will to desperate undertakings
As oft as any passion under heaven
That does afflict our natures. I am sorry.
What, have you given him any hard words of late?

18

Hamlet
[II, 1]

Polonius

1070

That hath made him mad.
I am sorry that with better heed and judgment
I had not quoted him. I fear'd he did but trifle
And meant to wrack thee; but beshrew my jealousy!
By heaven, it is as proper to our age
To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions
As it is common for the younger sort
To lack discretion. Come, go we to the King.
This must be known; which, being kept close, might move
More grief to hide than hate to utter love.
Come.

19

Hamlet
[II, 2]

Gertrude

1119

Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz.
And I beseech you instantly to visit
My too much changed son.- Go, some of you,
And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.

20

Hamlet
[II, 2]

Claudius

1173

It likes us well;
And at our more consider'd time we'll read,
Answer, and think upon this business.
Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour.
Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together.
Most welcome home! Exeunt Ambassadors.