In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,——[129]
Queen. O, speak to me no more;
No more, sweet Hamlet!
Ham. A murderer and a villain:
A slave that is not twentieth part the tythe
Of your precedent lord;—a vice of kings;[130]
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule;
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket![131]
Queen. No more!
Ham. A king
Of shreds and patches.[132]
[Enter Ghost, R.]
Save me
[Starts from his chair],
and hover o'er me with your wings,