Hamlet
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.
Queen
Nay, then, I’ll set those to you that can speak.
Hamlet
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.
Queen
What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?