And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, If damned custom have not brazed it so, In noise so rude against me? Ham. With tristful visage, as against the doom, Queen. Ah me, what act, That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this; ; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, ment Would step from this to this? have, Sense, sure, you Else, could you not have motion: but sure, that sense Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err; O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, And reason panders will. Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct. Ham. Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed; Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making love Over the nasty stye ; Queen. O, speak to me no more; These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears; No more, sweet Hamlet ! Ham. A murderer, and a villain : A slave, that is not twentieth part the tithe Of your precedent lord :-a vice of kings: A cutpurse of the empire and the rule; That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket! No more! Queen. Ham. A king of shreds and patches : Enter Ghost. Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards! What would you, gracious figure? Queen. Alas! he's mad. Ham. 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? O, say! 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? Ham. On him! on him!-Look you, how pale he glares! His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, Would make them capable.-Do not look upon me; Lest, with this piteous action, you convert My stern effects: then what I have to do Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood. Queen. To whom do you speak this? Ham. Do you see nothing there? Queen. Nothing at all; yet all that is I see. Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? Queen. No, nothing, but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there! look how it steals away! My father, in his habit as he lived! Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! [Exit Ghost. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain : This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in. Ham. Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And I the matter will re-word; which madness To make them ranker.-[Aside.] Forgive me this, my virtue : For in the fatness of these pursy times, Yea, curb and woo, for leave to do him good. Queen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in twain. Ham. O throw away the worser part of it, That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat- And that shall lend a kind of easiness night : And when you are desirous to be bless'd, Queen. What shall I do? Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: |