Queen. Alas, he's mad![1506] 105
Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by[1507]
The important acting of your dread command?
O, say![1508]
Ghost. Do not forget: this visitation 110
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But look, amazement on thy mother sits:
O, step between her and her fighting soul:[1509]
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works:
Speak to her, Hamlet.
Ham. How is it with you, lady? 115
Queen. Alas, how is't with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy[1510]
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?[1511]
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, 120
Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements,[1512]
Start up and stand an end. O gentle son,[1513]
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?
Ham. On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares![1514] 125
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,[1515]
Would make them capable. Do not look upon me,[1516]
Lest with this piteous action you convert
My stern effects: then what I have to do[1517]
Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. 130
Queen. To whom do you speak this?
Ham. Do you see nothing there?[1518]
Queen. Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.[1519]
Ham. Nor did you nothing hear?