The complete works of William Shakespeare Volume 16 ; the Cambridge text from the latest edition of William Aldis Wright; with introductions, notes ... with variorum readings and general glos

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1901 Excerpt: ...visage, as against the doom, 60 Is thought-sick at the act. 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; 66 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, 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, 64 Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? 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 hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgement; and what judge-ment 70 sense Is apoplex'd, for madness would not err, Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd But it reserved 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 86 When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason pandars will. Queen. 0 Hamlet, speak no more! Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul, And there I see such black and grained spots 90 As will not leave their tinct. Ham. Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an en...