You are a father named Polonius talking to your son
Laertes who is departing for college:
"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."
You are a young woman named Ophelia talking to your
brother Laertes who has been giving you advice about your relationship with
your boyfriend:
"Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
Whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads
And recks not his own rede."
You are a dead spirit describing the true cause of
your death:
"Murder most foul, as in the best it is,
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural."
You are a young man named Hamlet in a difficult
situation talking to yourself:
"To be or not to be-that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And, by opposing, end them."
You are a Prince of Denmark named Hamlet talking to
two of your “friends:”
"I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a
hawk from a handsaw."
You are a man named Marcellus talking to a co-worker
named Horatio:
"Something is rotten in the state of Denmark."
You are a Prince of Denmark named Hamlet:
"Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core."
You are a young man named Hamlet:
"Frailty, thy name is woman---"
You are a new step-father named Claudius talking to
your step-son:
"Are you like the painting of a sorrow,
a face without a heart?"
You are a Prince of Denmark named Hamlet:
“O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,—meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain:
At least I ’m sure it may be so in Denmark.”
You are a mother named Gertrude talking to your son:
“Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.”
You are a young man named Hamlet talking to your
mother:
“Mother, you have my father much offended.”
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