Horatio
Act 1
(1.4.69)
Horatio: What if I tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o’er his base into the sea,
And there assume some other horrible form
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness? Think of it.
The very place puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into every brain
That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath.
(1.1.153)Horatio: In Faith my Lord, not I
Act 2
Horatio does not appear in act 2
Act 3
(3.2.74-88)
Hamlet: There is a play tonight before the king.
One scene of it comes near the circumstance
Which I have told thee of my father’s death.
I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,
Even with the very comment of thy soul
Observe mine uncle. If his occulted guilt
Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
It is a damnèd ghost that we have seen,
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan’s stithy. Give him heedful note.
For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
And after we will both our judgments join
In censure of his seeming.
Horatio: Well, my lord.
If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing,
And ’scape detecting, I will pay the theft.
(3.2.52-74)
Horatio: Here, sweet lord, at your service.
Hamlet: Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation coped withal.
Horatio:O my dear lord—
Hamlet: Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee
That no revenue hast but thy good spirits,
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hath sealed thee for herself, for thou hast been—
As one in suffering all that suffers nothing—
A man that Fortune’s buffets and rewards
Hast ta'en with equal thanks. And blessed are those
Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,
That they are not a pipe for Fortune’s finger
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
That is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him
In my heart’s core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.
Act 4
(4.6.4)Horatio: "Let them come in.
I do not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet."
(4.7.31)Horatio: "Come, I will give you way for these your letters,
And do't the speedier that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them."
Act 5
(5.2.361)Horatio: Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
(5.2.342)Horatio: Never believe it.
I am more an antique Roman than a Dance.
Here's yet some liquor left.
Overall
(1.1.180)Hamlet: Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
My father! - Methinks I see my father.
(3.2.53)Hamlet: Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation coped withal.