Hamlet - Horatio / Guildenstern / Player Queen
"What art thou that usurp'st this time of night?"
"By Heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that let's me."
"Heaven will direct it."
"What should we say, my lord?"
"Even those you were wont to take delight in, The Tragedians of the City."
"But woe is me, you are so sick of late."
"A second time I kill my husband dead, when second husband kisses me in bed."
"Why do you think that I am easier to played on than a pipe?"
"Alas poor Yorick, I knew him Horatio."
"Good night sweet Prince, And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest."
"Go, bid the soldiers shoot."