Act IV.
Scene I.
Act IV. Scene I.—A Room in the Castle.
Enter KING, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, and
GUILDENSTERN.
King. There's matter in these sighs, these
profound heaves:
You must translate; 'tis fit we understand them.
Where is your son?
Queen. [To ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDEN-
STERN.] Bestow this place on us a little
while.
[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
Ah! my good lord, what have I seen to-night
King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
Queen. Mad as the sea and wind, when both
contend
Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries, 'A rat! a rat!'
And, in his brainish apprehension, kills
The unseen good old roan.
King. 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 providence
Should 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 feed
Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?
Queen. To draw apart the body he hath
kill'd;
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
Among a mineral of metals base,
Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done.
King. O Gertrude! come away.
The sun DO sooner shall the mountains touch
But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed
We must, with all our majesty and skill,
Both countenance and excuse. Ho! Guilden-
stern!
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 body
Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.
[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends;
And let them know both what we mean to do,
And what's untimely done: so, haply, slander,
Whose 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 and dismay. [Exeunt.
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