The Closet Scene

Now, mother, what's the matter?

Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

Mother, you have my father much offended.

Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.

Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.

Why, how now, Hamlet!

What's the matter now?

Have you forgot me?

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.

Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.

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.

What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me? Help, help, ho!