Page 305 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

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 [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

Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? [65]
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed
And batten on this moor? Ha, have you eyes?
You cannot call it love; for at your age

The heyday in the blood is tame, it’s humble,
And waits upon the judgment, and what judgement [70]
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
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne’er so thrall’d
But is reserv’d some quantity of choice [75]
To serve in such a difference. What devil was’t

That thus hath cozen’d you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense [80]

Could not so mope. O shame, where is thy blush?
Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a matron’s bones,
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,
Since frost itself as actively doth burn
And reason panders will.

QUEEN

O Hamlet, speak no more.
Thou turn’st my eyes into my very soul,
And there I see such black and grained spots [90]
As will not leave their tinct.