_Ham._ Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow;[1476] 55 Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;[1477] A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;[1478] A combination and a form indeed,[1479] 60 Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man: This was your husband. Look you now, what follows: Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,[1480] Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?[1481] 65 Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?[1482] You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,[1483] And waits upon the judgement: and what judgement 70 Would step from this to this? Sense sure you have,[1484][1485] Else could you not have motion: but sure that sense[1485][1486] Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err,[1485] Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd[1485] But it reserved some quantity of choice,[1485] 75 To serve in such a difference. What devil was't[1485] That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?[1487] Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,[1488] Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,[1488] Or but a sickly part of one true sense[1488] 80 Could not so mope.[1488][1489] O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,[1489][1490] If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,[1491] To flaming youth let virtue be as wax And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame 85 When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,[1492] Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will.[1493] _Queen._ O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul,[1494] And there I see such black and grained spots[1495] 90 As will not leave their tinct.[1496] _Ham._ Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,[1497] Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love Over the nasty sty,-- _Queen._ O, speak to me no more;[1498] These words like daggers enter in my ears;[1499] 95 No more, sweet Hamlet! _Ham._ A murderer and a villain; A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe[1500] Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings; A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,[1501] That from a shelf the precious diadem stole 100 And put it in his pocket! _Queen._ No more![1502] _Ham._ A king of shreds and patches-- _Enter_ Ghost.[1503]