Claudius

• Though yet of Hamlet our dear brothers death the memory be green, and that it us befitted to bear our hearts in greif - Claudius
• It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, a brothers murder. - Claudius
• Words without thoughts never to heaven go. - Claudius
• Oh, 'tis too true. How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! - Claudius
• 'tis unmanly greif - Claudius
• Of Hamlets transformation - so call it.