You have misled a prince, a royal king,
A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean...
Henry thinks he's being helpful. How cute.
Aumerle lives to regret many things.
Hamlet's not sure of the words for what's happening between them. Fortunately, Horatio is a cunning linguist.
It's not so hard, making time for one another, provided you're flexible.
--For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood
From off my hands, here in the view of men
I will unfold some causes of your deaths.
This has all happened before, and it is happening again.
"I suppose it's safe to assume you aren't here to ransom me."
Poins kills a man; the rest doesn't matter, and the prince must carry on.
Too late for Christmas, too early for the new year. (Or, Hal makes himself inconvenient in as many ways as possible.)
Richard likes secrets, and Mowbray likes oaths.