"Let her not walk i'th'sun. Conception is a blessing, but, as your daughter may conceive-friend, look to't.-Hamlet is telling Polonius that his daughter is pregnant.
"If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for the dowry. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape caluminy. Get thee to a nunnery, go. Farewell or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell."-Hamlet is saying he doesnt want Ophelia to have the baby.
"Give me the cup. Let's go! By heaven, I'll have it O God, Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind mel. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent theefrom felicity a while, And in this harsh would draw thy breath in plain to tell my story.-Hamlet didnt want Horatio to tell himself so that he could tell the story of Hamlet. This is also important because it shows that Horatio has been a good friend the whole time.
"Here, you goddamn incest-breeding Danish murder, drink this. Is your pearl in there? Follow my mother."-Shows his hate towards the King.
"Yes, as short as a woman's love."-How short Ophelia love was towards Hamlet.
That know matter what he will obey his mother.
"Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of mel. You would play upon me. You would seem to know my stops. You would pluck out the heart of my mystery. You would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass. And there is mucj music, excellent voice, in this like orhaon, yet cannot you make it speak? So-lood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me."-It shows that his friends are betraying them and doing what the King says. Hamlet tells how they try to play him like a instrument to suck what they need out of them.
"Follow him,friend. Well watch play tomarrow"-Calling them friends.
"Madam,please be patient. I'll read it to you. "You may wonder if the are fire, you may wonder if the sun moves across the sky you may wonder if the truth is liear, but never wonder if, I love. Oh, Ophelia, I'm bad at poetry. I can't put my feelings into verse, but please believe I love you bese, oh, best of all. Beleive it. Yours forever, my dearest one, as long as I live-still chugging along, Hamlet."