...man. This was your husband. Look you now what follows: Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear, 65 Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could...love, for at your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, 70 And waits upon the judgment, and what judgment Else could you not have motion, but...

...this brow ..." and so on, and then he points to that of Claudius: . . . Look you now, what follows; Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, Blasting...fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? . . . Madariaga writes: "Is there in all this sermon a single word to show that Hamlet would have objected...

...assurance of a man. This was your husband. Look you now what follows: Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?...feed, And batten on this moor? ha, have you eyes? (3.4.53-67) Relying on "the visual machinery of orderly perspective, framing, and mirroring" (Murray...

..."see the inmost part" of herself, and cries, showing her the two portraits of his father and Claudius, Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave...feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? (in, iv, 65-7) She confesses, "Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul", but the confusion between...

...she could, at her age, experience new passion; rather she is supposed to just wait for her own death: "You cannot call it love, for at your age, the heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, and waits upon the judgment."27 The notion of the defeminized, dispassionate, and depressed...

...simply rhetorical; the other disputant in this moral debate may just possibly have a counter-argument. 'You cannot call it love, for at your age / The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble' (lines 68-9) is aggressive, yet meant to persuade; surely, he seems to insist, you accept...

...playing with appearances . . . lago hates the Moor; and Hamlet, holding up the two pictures . . . asks: 'Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, / And batten on This moor?' (my italics)28 I hope they had lascivious Moors in Denmark: 'Away !' cried Gertrude - anticipating...

...set his seal To give the world assurance of a man. This was your husband. Look you now what follows: Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear, Blasting...eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, 66 And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day...

...his notebook is in the footnote on p. 92. 99.14 THE HEYDAY OF THE BLOOD Cf. Hamlet, III, iv, 68-70: "You cannot call it love, for at your age / The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, / And waits upon the judgment." 101.30 RISK SUCH AS MILTON DEPLORES . . . GREAT MEN See...

...Place in the first Editions, which were printed from the Players Copies. The Verses are these: — Ha! have you Eyes? You cannot call it Love; for at your Age The Hey-day of the Blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the Judgment; and what Judgment Would step from This...