Hamlet [Hamlet picks up two paintings] Look here upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. [Pointing to the picture of King Hamlet] See what a grace was seated on his brow: Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars to threaten or command, A station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination and a form indeed Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man. This was your husband. Look you now what follows. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1994
Hecate Have I not reason, beldams, as you are saucy and overbold? How did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death, And I, the mistress of your charms, The close contriver of all harms, Was never called to bear my part, Or show the glory of our art? And which is worse, all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son, Spiteful and wrathful who, as others do, Loves for his own ends, not for you. But make amends now: get you gone, And at the pit of Acheron Meet me i'th' morning; thither he Read more about popup_note_index_item 1988
