...like the same activity: the imagery of devouring common to both tends to flatten out the distinction. "Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed / And batten on this moor?" Hamlet asks his mother (3.4.66-67), insisting again on a difference that seems largely without substance,...

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...the animal-feed imagery, echoing his first soliloquy's complaint of Gertrude's voracious appetite: Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed And batten on this moor? He has dared to hold her chin to make her look. The son handling the mother. A thick sensuality may...

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...husband. Look you now what follows. Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? You cannot call it love, for at your age The heydey in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon...

...pale cast of thought" (3. i. 83). There are also more immediate riddles. His mother — how could she "on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor" (3.4.67)? The ghost — which may be a devil, for "the devil hath power T' assume a pleasing shape"...

...husband. Look you now what follows. Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain...you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment, and what judgment Would...

...husband. — Look you now, what follows: Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain...you eyes? You cannot call it love; for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame; it's humble, And waits upon the judgement: and what judgement Would...

...(continuing) Look you now what follows. Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain...you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgement; and what judgement Would...

...has until this moment kept to himself. Pointing to pictures of his father and Claudius, Hamlet rages: Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave...you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble. And waits upon the judgment, and what judgment Would...