1 O thou vile king, Give me my father.
2 I saw him once; he was a goodly king.
3 Go, Captain, from me greet the Danish king.
4 Almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king and marry with his brother.
5 For if the king like not the comedy, Why then, belike he likes it not, perdie.
6 Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
7 No, not for a king Upon whose property and most dear life A damn'd defeat was made.
8 A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
9 There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.
10 O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
11 He hath much land, and fertile; let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the king's mess; 'tis a chough; but, as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt.'
12 If it will please you To show us so much gentry and good will As to expend your time with us awhile, For the supply and profit of our hope, Your visitation shall receive such thanks As fits a king's remembrance.
13 If Hamlet give the first or second hit, Or quit in answer of the third exchange, Let all the battlements their ordnance fire; The King shall drink to Hamlet's better breath, And in the cup an union shall he throw Richer than that which four successive kings In Denmark's crown have worn.