Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose 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. 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 || 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, To give the world assurance of a man: [lows: This was your husband.-Look you, now, what fol Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, * Marriage contract. + Sorrowful. To serve in such a difference, What devil was't, 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 §. Enter GHOST. Ham. Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards!-What would your gracious Queen. Alas, he's mad! [figure? Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, That, laps'd in time and passion, let's 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 incorporeal air do hold discourse? *Blindman's-buff. $ Colour. + Without. Be so stupid. || Imagination. Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, My stern effects; then what I have to do Will want true colour; tears, perchance§, for blood. Ham. Queen. No, nothing but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there: look, how it steals away! My father, in his habit as he liv'd! 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, The hair of animals is excrementitious, that is, without life or sensation. + Intelligent. + Actions. § Perhaps. || Frenzy. Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven; Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg; Yeat, curb and woo, for leave to do him good. And live the purer with the other half. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat To the next abstinence: the next more easy: [Pointing to POLONIUS. Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.— Queen. What shall I do? Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed; Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you, his mouse‡; * Manure. + Bend. A term of endearment. And let him, for a pair of reechy* kisses, That I essentially am not in madness, But mad in craft. "Twere good, you let him know: Unpeg the basket on the house's top, Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape, And break your own neck down. Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What shou hast said to me. Ham. I must to England: you know that? I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on. Alack, [fellows, Ham. There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolWhom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd ||, They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way, Hoist with his own petar¶: and it shall go hard, ACT IV. SORROWS RARELY SINGLE. O, GERTRUDE, Gertrude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies, |