Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! Leave wringing of your hands. Peace! Sit And let me wring your heart; for so I shall, If damned custom have not brazed it so That it be proof and bulwark against sense. 40 Queen. What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue 50 55 Ham. In noise so rude against me? Such an act Yea, this solidity and compound mass, Queen. Ay 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. See, what a grace was seated on this brow. what follows: 60 Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear, 65 eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, Would step from this to this? Sense sure you have, Else could you not have motion; but sure, that sense Is apoplexed; for madness would not err, That thus hath cozened you at hoodmanblind? 80 85 90 95 100 Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, shame Proclaim no When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, And reason panders will. Queen. Ham. O Hamlet, speak no more! Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul, Queen. Ham. These words like daggers enter in my ears. A murderer and a villain! That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, No more! Queen. Enter Ghost. Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure? Queen. Alas, he's mad! Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, 105 Ghost. Do not forget! This visitation Ham. Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. 110 How is it with you, lady? Queen. Alas, how is't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy And with th' incorporal air do hold discourse? Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep, And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements, Start up and stand on end. O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look? Ham. On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares! 115 120 His form and cause conjoined, preaching to 125 stones, Would make them capable. Do not look upon me, Lest with this piteous action you convert 180 Queen. To whom do you speak this? 135 140 145 Ham. Queen. Do you see nothing there? 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 Ham. Is very cunning in. Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not That I have uttered. Bring me to the test, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, |