look here upon this picture and on this the counterfeit presentent of two brothers see what grace was seated on this brow hyperions curls the front of jove himself and eye like mars to threaten and command a station like the herald mercury new-lighted on a heaven kissing hill...etc
Hamlet yelling at his mother
ay me what act that roars so loud and thunders the index?
O hamlet speak no more thou turnst my eyes into my very soul and there i see such black and grained spots as will not leave their tinct
The queen trying to get hamlet to stop
nay but to live in the rank sweat sweat of an enseamed bed stewed in corruption,honeying and making loveover the nasty sty!
The queen telling hamlet to not talk anymore of this uncomfortable situation
o speak to me no more these words like daggers enter in my ears no more, sweet hamlet