Queen. What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me? Such an act, Ham. 1 As from the body of contraction 1 plucks The very soul, and sweet religion makes A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow: With tristful 2 visage, as against the doom, Queen. Ah me, what act, That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ? 3 Ham. Look here upon this picture and on this; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station 5 like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, 1 Contraction, for marriage contract. 2 Sorrowful. Indices were inserted at the beginning of books in the time of our author. 4 Apolio's. ⚫ Station here means the act of standing. To give the world assurance of a man: lows: Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear, what fol Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? 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 ? ♦ Or but a sickly part of one true sense O shame, where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, 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; Ham. 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 vice of kings: A slave, that is not twentieth part the tithe 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 too of the ola 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 Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. 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? His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, me; Lest, with this piteous action, you convert ' Imagination. • Endued with understanding |