When living light should kiss it?
The whole play is a thrilling expression of the sympathy for Nature which attributes its own feelings to her--a human shudder in presence of the wicked--a human horror of crime, most thrilling of all in Macbeth's words:
Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale.
In Hamlet, too, Nature is shocked at man's mis-deeds:
... Such an act (the queen's)
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty