A room in the castle.
Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN
There's matter in these sighs, these profound heaves:You must translate: 'tis fit we understand
them.Where is your son?
Bestow this place on us a little while.
Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!
What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
Mad as the sea and wind, when both contendWhich is the mightier: in his lawless fit,Behind the
arras hearing something stir,Whips out his rapier, cries, 'A rat, a rat!'And, in this brainish apprehension,
killsThe unseen good old man.
O heavy deed!It had been so with us, had we been there:His liberty is full of threats to all;To
you yourself, to us, to every one.Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?It will be laid to us, whose
providenceShould have kept short, restrain'd and out of haunt,This mad young man: but so much was
our love,We would not understand what was most fit;But, like the owner of a foul disease,To keep it from
divulging, let it feedEven on the pith of Life. Where is he gone?
To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:O'er whom his very madness, like some oreAmong a
mineral of metals base,Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done.
O Gertrude, come away!The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,But we will ship him
hence: and this vile deedWe must, with all our majesty and skill,Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern!
Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
Friends both, go join you with some further aid:Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,And
from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him:Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the bodyInto the
chapel. I pray you, haste in this.
Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends;And let them know, both what we mean to
do,And what's untimely doneWhose whisper o'er the world's diameter,As level as the cannon to his blank,Transports
his poison'd shot, may miss our name,And hit the woundless air. O, come away!My soul is full of discord
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