apoplex’d;
for
madness
would not
err, / Nor
sense to
ecstasy
was ne’er
so
thrall’d /
But it
reserv’d
somequantity
of choice,
/ To serve
in such a
difference.
What devil
was’t /
That thus
hath
cozen’d
you at
hoodman-blind?”“Queen:
O Hamlet!
speak no
more; /
Thou
turn’st
mine eyes
into my
very soul;
/ And
there I
seemuch
black and
grained
spots / As
will not
leave
their
tinct.”
From their
dialogue
between
Mother and
Son we can
see the
evil side
of her
