To give the world assurance of a man: This was your husband.-Look you now, what fol lows: Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? 1 The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, ment Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have, Else could you not have motion: but, sure, that sense Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err; What devil was 't, That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind? + O shame, where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, 1 Grow fat. Blindman's-buff. 2 Sensation. 3 Alienation of mind. 5 Without. Could not exhibit so much stupidity. And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, And reason panders well. Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; Нат. Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed; Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making love Over the nasty sty ; Queen. O, speak to me no more: These words like daggers enter in mine ears: Ham. A murderer, and a villain: A slave, that is not twentieth part the tithe :—a vice of kings; A cutpurse of the empire and the rule; 1 That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket! Ham. A king of shreds and patches.— Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards!-What would your gracious figure? i. e. a low mimic of kings. The vice was the tool of the old moralities. Queen. Alas, he's mad. Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by Ghost. Do not forget, this visitation Ham. How is it with you, lady? Queen. Alas, how is 't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy, And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? O gentle son, he glares! His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, Would make them capable.-Do not look me; Lest, with this piteous action, you convert upon 1 Imagination. 2 Endued with understanding, |