“Hamlet” written by-“Shakespeare” is the story of a youth who sets out on the path of vengeance. Hamlet was produced, probably in 1600 driven by the noblest of motives as he sees it: to avenge his father.
Here are Most famous 15 Revenge Quotes which is written in Hamlet:
“Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder”
“What would he do, had he the motive and the cue for passion that I have?”
“But I am pigeon-livered and lack gall”
“Now I could drink hot blood”
“This visitation is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose”
“My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth”
“I’ll be revenged most throughly for my father”
“Murder most foul, as in the best it is;But this most foul, strange and unnatural.”
“Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake,To show yourself your father’s son in deed More than in words?”
“O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!”
“I am thy father’s spirit,
Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night
And for the day confined to fast in fires
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood.”
“O horrible, O horrible, most horrible!
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not.
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and damnèd incest.
But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught. Leave her to heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge
To prick and sting her.”
“The spirit that I have seen
May be the devil: and the devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps,
Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such spirits,
Abuses me to damn me. I’ll have grounds
More relative than this. The play’s the thing
Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King.”
“How came he dead? I’ll not be juggled with.
To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes, only I’ll be revenged
Most thoroughly for my father.”
O, I die, Horatio!
The potent poison quite o’ercrows my spirit.
I cannot live to hear the news from England.
But I do prophesy the election lights
On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice.
So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited—the rest is silence.