I went through an online copy of the play and stripped out everything but the questions. I think if you read them you'll be surprised to see how many of them ask the same questions (or question, if you want to look at it that way): Who are you/who am I? What are you/what am I? Where are you/where am I? When did you do/when did I do? Why are you/why am I? How are you/how am I?

The other questions have mostly to do with death.

Isn't what Hamlet is most troubled by? Who am I, and what am I supposed to do with my life?

Take a look:

1. Who's there?
3. Have you had quiet guard?
4. Who hath relieved you?
5. Say, / What, is Horatio there?
6. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
7. Looks it not like the king?
8. What art thou that usurp'st this time of night...?
9. Is not this something more than fantasy?
10. What think you on't?
11. Is it not like the king?
12. Why this same strict and most observant watch/So nightly toils the subject of the land.../ Who is't that can inform me?
13. Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
14. Do you consent we shall acquaint him [Hamlet]with it,/As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
15. And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
16. You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes?
17. What wouldst thou have, Laertes?
18. Have you your father's leave?
19. What says Polonius?
20. How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
21. Why seems it so particular with thee?
22. Why should we in our peevish opposition/Take it [death] to heart?
23. Must I remember?
24. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?
25. But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
26. But what is your affair in Elsinore?
27. Where, my lord?
28. Saw? who?
29. But where was this?
30. Did you not speak to it?
31. Hold you the watch to-night?
32. Arm'd, say you?
33. From top to toe?
34. Then saw you not his face?<
35. What, look'd he frowningly?
36. Pale or red?
37. And fix'd his eyes upon you?
38. Stay'd it long?
39. His beard was grizzled--no?
40. Do you doubt that?
41. No more but so?
42. What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?
43. What is between you?
44. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
45. What hour now?
46. Indeed?
47. What does this mean, my lord?
48. Is it a custom?
49. What may this mean, ... That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel/ Revisit'st thus / the glimpses of the moon,/Making night hideous; and we fools of nature/So horridly to shake our disposition/ With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
50. Say, why is this?
51. wherefore?
52. what should we do?
53. Why, what should be the fear?
54. And for my soul, what can it do to that, / Being a thing immortal as itself?
55. It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.
56. What if it ... draw you into madness?
57. To what issue will this come?


58. Where wilt thou lead me?
59. What?
60. what else?
61. And shall I couple hell?


62. How is't, my noble lord?
63. What news, my lord?
64. How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
65. But you'll be secret?
66. What is't, my lord?
67. Never make known what you have seen to-night.
68. art thou there, / truepenny?
69. Hic et ubique?
70. canst work i' the earth so fast?


71. do you mark this, Reynaldo?
72. Wherefore should you do this?
73. --what was I /about to say? By the mass, I was about to say / something: where did I /leave?
74. You have me, have you not?
75. How now, Ophelia! what's the matter?
76. [I have been so affrighted!]With what, i' the name of God?
77. Mad for thy love? <
78. What said he?
79. What, have you given him any hard words of late?
80. Have I, my lord?
81. what from our brother Norway?
82. to define true madness, / What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
83. Came this from Hamlet to her?
84. But how hath she / Received his love?
85. What do you think of me?
86. But what might you think, / ... what might you, / Or my dear majesty your queen here,
88. think, ... What might you think? No, I went round to work,
89. Do you think 'tis this?
90. Hath there been such a time--I'd fain know that-- / That I have positively said 'Tis so,' /
92. When it proved otherwise?
93. How may we try it further?
94. How does my good Lord Hamlet?
95. Do you know me, my lord?
96. Have you a daughter?
97. How say you by that?
98. What do you read, my lord?
99. What is the matter, my lord?
100. Between who?
101. Will you walk out of the air, my lord?
102. How dost thou, / Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
103. Nor the soles of her shoe?
104. in the middle of / her favours?
105. In the secret parts of fortune?
106. What's the news? <
107. Let me question more in particular: what have you, / my good friends, deserved at/ the hands of fortune, / that she sends you to prison hither?
108. Shall we / to the court?
109. But, in the / beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?
110. Were you not sent for?
111. Is it / your own inclining?
112. Is it a free visitation?
113. What should we say, my lord?
114. To what end, my lord?
115. But let me conjure you, .... /be even and direct with me, /whether you were sent for, or no?
116. What say you?
117. And yet, to me, / what is this quintessence of dust?
118. Why did you laugh then, when I said 'man delights not me'?
119. What players are they?
120. How chances it they travel?
121. Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was / in the city?
122. are they so followed?
123. How comes it? do they grow rusty?
124. What, are they children? who maintains 'em? how are/ they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no / longer than they can sing? will they not say / afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common / ...will they not say/ their writers do them wrong, to
125. make them / exclaim against their own succession?
126. Is't possible?
127. Do the boys carry it away?
128. [uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.]In what, my dear lord?
129. What a treasure had he, my lord?
130. Am I not i' the right, old Jephthah?
131. What follows, then, my lord?
132. comest thou to beard me in Denmark?
133. What speech, my lord?<
134. 'The mobled queen?'
135. Good my lord, will you see the players well / bestowed?
136. use every man / after his
137. desert, and who should 'scape whipping?
138. can you play the / Murder of Gonzago?
139. You could, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which
140. I would set down and insert in't, could you not?
141. Is it not monstrous that this player here, / But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
142. Could force his soul so to his own conceit / That from her working all his visage wann'd, / Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, / A broken voice, and his whole function suiting / With forms to his conceit?
143. What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, / That he should weep for her?
144. What would he do, / Had he the motive and the cue for passion / That I have?
145. Am I a coward?
146. Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? / Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? / Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, / As deep as to the lungs? who does me this?


147. And can you, by no drift of circumstance, / Get from him why he puts on this confusion, / Grating so harshly all his days of quiet / With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
148. Did he receive you well?
149. Did you assay him?
150. To any pastime?


151. 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 troubles, And by opposing end them?
152. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, / The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, / The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, / The insolence of office and the spurns/ That patient merit of the unworthy takes,/ When he himself might his quietus make/ With a bare bodkin?
153. who would fardels bear,/ To grunt and sweat under a weary life,/ But that the dread of something after death,/ The undiscover'd country from whose bourn / No traveller returns, puzzles the will / And makes us rather bear those ills we have / Than fly to others that we know not of?
154. How does your honour for this many a day?
155. Ha, ha! are you honest?
156. My lord?
157. Are you fair?
158. What means your lordship?
159. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than / with honesty?
160. why wouldst thou be a/ breeder of sinners?
161. Where's your father?
162. What think you on't?
163. I will the king hear this piece of work?
164. Will you two help to hasten them?
165. 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?
166. Why should the poor be flatter'd?
167. Dost thou hear?
168. How fares our cousin Hamlet?
169. My lord, you played once i' the university, you say?
170. What did you enact?
171. Be the players ready?
172. O, ho! do you mark that?
173. Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
174. I mean, my head upon your lap?
175. Do you think I meant country matters?
176. What is, my lord?
177. Who, I?
178. What should a man do / but be merry?
179. So long?
180. heavens! die two/ months ago, and not forgotten yet?
181. What means this, my lord?
182. Will he tell us what this show meant?
183. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
184. Madam, how like you this play?
185. Have you heard the argument?
186. Is there no offence in 't?
187. What do you call the play?
188. Marry, how?
189. 'tis a knavish piece of work: but what o' / that?
190. How fares my lord?
191. Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers—if / the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two / Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a/ fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
192. Didst perceive?
193. Upon the talk of the poisoning?
194. Ay, sir, what of him?
195. With drink, sir?
196. What, my lord?
197. is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's / admiration?
198. Have / you any further trade with us?
199. Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper?
200. How can that be, when you have the voice of the king / himself for your succession in Denmark?
201. why do you go about to recover the wind of me, / as if you would drive me into a toil?
202. Will you play upon / this pipe?
203. 'Sblood, do you think I am / easier to be played on than a pipe?
204. Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
205. Or like a whale?


206. What if this cursed hand / Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, / Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens/ To wash it white as snow?
207. Whereto serves mercy/ But to confront the visage of offence?
208. And what's in prayer but this two-fold force, / To be forestalled ere we come to fall,/ Or pardon'd being down?
209. O, what form of prayer / Can serve my turn?
210. 'Forgive me my foul murder'?
211. May one be pardon'd and retain the offence?
212. what then? what rests?
213. Try what repentance can: what can it not?
214. Yet what can it when one can not repent?
215. And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?
216. am I then revenged,

217. Now, mother, what's the matter?
218. What's the matter now?
219. Have you forgot me?
220. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?
221. How now! a rat?
222. what hast thou done?
223. Is it the king?
224. What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue / In noise so rude against me?
225. Ay me, what act,/ That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
226. Have you eyes?
227. Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, / And batten on this moor?
228. Ha! have you eyes?
229. and what judgment/ Would step from this to this?
230. What devil was't/ That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
231. shame! where is thy blush?
232. What would your gracious figure?
233. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, / That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by/ The important acting of your dread command?
234. How is it with you, lady?
235. Alas, how is't with you,/ That you do bend your eye on vacancy/ And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
236. Whereon do you look?
237. To whom do you speak this?
238. Do you see nothing there?
239. Nor did you nothing hear?
240. What shall I do?
241. For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise, / Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib, / Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?
242. I must to England; you know that?
243. Where is your son?
244. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
245. Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
246. Where is he gone?
247. What noise? who calls on Hamlet?
248. O, here they come.
249. What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
250. Believe what?
251. what / replication should be made by the son of a king?
252. Take you me for a sponge, my lord?


253. How now! what hath befall'n?
254. But where is he?
255. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?
256. At supper! where?
257. What dost you mean by this?
258. Where is Polonius?
259. Good sir, whose powers are these?
260. How purposed, sir, I pray you?
261. Who commands them, sir?
262. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, /Or for some frontier?
263. Wilt please you go, my lord?
264. What is a man, / If his chief good and market of his time / Be but to sleep and feed?
265. How stand I then,/ That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,/ Excitements of my reason and my blood, /And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see/ The imminent death of twenty thousand men,/ That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, / Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot/ Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause / Which is not tomb enough and continent / To hide the slain?
266. What would she have?
267. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
268. How should I your true love know / From another one?
269. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
270. Say you?
271. How do you, pretty lady?
272. How long hath she been thus?
273. Alack, what noise is this?
274. Where are my Switzers?
275. What is the matter?
276. Where is this king?
277. What is the cause, Laertes, / That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
278. Where is my father?
279. How came he dead?
280. Who shall stay you?
281. is't writ in your revenge,/ That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe, / Winner and loser?
282. Will you know them then?
283. How now! what noise is that?
284. is't possible, a young maid's wits/ Should be as moral as an old man's life?
285. And will he not come again?
286. And will he not come again?
287. Do you see this, O God?
288. How now! what news?
289. who brought them?
290. What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
291. Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
292. Know you the hand?
293. Can you advise me?
294. As how should it be so? how otherwise?--
295. Will you be ruled by me?
296. What part is that, my lord?
297. A Norman was't?
298. What out of this, my lord?
299. Laertes, was your father dear to you?
300. Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, / A face without a heart?
301. Why ask you this?
302. what would you undertake,/ To show yourself your father's son in deed / More than in words?
303. Drown'd! O, where?
304. Alas, then, she is drown'd?
305. How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her / own defence?
306. But is this law?
307. Will you ha' the truth on't?
308. Was he a gentleman?
309. What, art a heathen?
310. How dost thou understand the/ Scripture?
311. The Scripture says 'Adam digged:' /could he dig without arms?
312. What is he that builds stronger than either the / mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
313. the gallows/ does well; but how does it well?
314. 'Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or / a carpenter?'
315. It / might be the pate of a politician, which this ass/ now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, /might it not? Or of a courtier; which could say 'Good morrow,/ sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord?'
316. This might/ be my lord such-a-one, that praised my lord/ such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; might it not?
317. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, /but to play at loggats with 'em?
318. why may not that be the skull of a /lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets,< / his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he / suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the/ sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of / his action of battery?
319. is this the fine of his fines, and/ the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine / pate full of fine dirt?
320. will his vouchers vouch him/ no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The/ very conveyances of his lands
321. will hardly lie in/ this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha?
322. Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
323. Whose grave's this, sirrah?
324. What man dost thou dig it for?
325. What woman, then?
326. Who is to be buried in't?
327. How long hast thou been a/ grave-maker?
328. How long is that since?
329. Cannot you tell that?
330. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
331. Why?
332. How came he mad?
333. How strangely?
334. Upon what ground?
335. How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot?
336. Why he more than another?
337. Whose was it?
338. whose do you think it was?
339. This?
340. Where be your gibes now? your/ gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, / that were wont to set the table on a roar?
341. Not one/ now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
342. What's that, my lord?
343. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' / the earth?
344. And smelt so? pah!
345. Why may/ not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander,/ till he find it stopping a bung-hole?
346. why of that loam, whereto he/ was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel?
347. who is this they follow?
348. And with such maimed rites?
349. What ceremony else?
350. What ceremony else?
351. Must there no more be done?
352. What is he whose grief/ Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow/ Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand / Like wonder-wounded hearers?
353. my son, what theme?
354. What wilt thou do for her?
355. Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself? / Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?
356. You do remember all the circumstance?
357. Remember it, my lord?
358. Is't possible?
359. But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed?
360. wilt thou know/ The effect of what I wrote?
361. How was this seal'd?
362. -is't not perfect conscience,/ To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd, / To let this canker of our nature come / In further evil?
363. It must be shortly known to him from England
364. Peace! who comes here?
365. Dost know this water-fly?
366. The concernancy, sir?why do we wrap the gentleman/ in our more rawer breath?
367. Sir?
368. Is't not possible to understand in another tongue?
369. What imports the nomination of this gentleman?
370. Of Laertes?
371. Well, sir?
372. What's his weapon?
373. What call you the carriages?
374. Why is this 'imponed,' as you call it?
375. How if I answer 'no'?
376. shall I re-deliver you e'en so?
377. since no man has aught of what he/ leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
378. Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes?
379. Who does it, then?
380. You know the wager?
381. These foils have all a length?
382. Another hit; what say you?
383. Say you so?
384. How is it, my lord?
385. How is't, Laertes?
386. How does the queen?
387. Is thy union here?
388. What warlike noise is this?
389. Why does the drum come hither?
390. Where is this sight?
391. What is it ye would see?
392. proud death,/ What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,/ That thou so many
393. princes at a shot/ So bloodily hast struck?
394. Where should we have our thanks?