That speech in Hamlet where the prince confronts his mother over her appalling judgement in choosing to marry her late husband’s brother: her first husband was a paragon, a man blessed by all the gods. He had it all! This man is a ‘mildewed ear’. He has no redeeming feature. How could she possibly swap that one for this?

“Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,

And batten on this moor?”

She’s been cheated, playing blind man’s buff.

I’m looking at you, America.