Hamlet. What’s the matter now?
Queen. Have you forgot me?
Hamlet. No, by the rood, not so.
You are the queen, your husband’s brother’s wife;
And—would it were not so—you are my mother.
Queen. Nay, then, I’ll set those to you that can speak.
Hamlet. Come, come, and sit you down you shall not budge:
You go not till I set you up a glass
Where you may see the inmost part of you.
Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murther me?