7371524He made to you in marriage, and he is dead.

24471525Murdred, damnably murdred, this was your husband,

1526Looke you now, here is your husband,

2447.11527With a face like Vulcan.

2447.21528A looke fit for a murder and a rape,

2447.31529A dull dead hanging looke, and a hell-bred eie,

2447.41530To affright children and amaze the world:

24501531And this same haue you left to change with this.

24551532What Diuell thus hath cosoned you at hob-man blinde?

24491533A! haue you eyes and can you looke on him

2449.11534That slew my father, and your deere husband,

24681535To liue in the incestuous pleasure of his bed?

24641536Queene O Hamlet, speake no more.

2464.11537Ham. To leaue him that bare a Monarkes minde,

24831538For a king of clowts, of very shreads.

24741539Queene Sweete Hamlet cease.

1540Ham. Nay but still to persist and dwell in sinne,

24691541To sweate vnder the yoke of infamie,

2469.11542To make increase of shame, to seale damnation.

24811543Queene Hamlet, no more.

24531544Ham. Why appetite with you is in the waine,

2453.11545Your blood runnes backeward now from whence it came,

24591546Who'le chide hote blood within a Virgins heart,

24581547When lust shall dwell within a matrons breast?

25391548Queene Hamlet, thou cleaues my heart in twaine.

25411549Ham. O throw away the worser part of it, and keepe the

25421550better.

24841552Saue me, saue me, you gratious

1553Powers aboue, and houer ouer mee,

1554With your celestiall wings.

24871555Doe you not come your tardy sonne to chide,

24881556That I thus long haue let reuenge slippe by?

25081557O do not glare with lookes so pittifull!

25091558Lest that my heart of stone yeelde to compassion,