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Act IV, Scene 1
1A room in the castle.
2Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.
3KingThere’s matter in these sighs, these profound heaves:
You must translate: ’tis fit we understand them.
Where is your son?
4QueenBestow this place on us a little while. Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
Ah, mine good lord, what have I seen to-night!
5KingWhat, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
6QueenMad 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 this brainish apprehension, kills
The unseen good old man.
7KingO 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?
8QueenTo 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.
9KingO Gertrude, come away!
The sun no 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, Guildenstern!
10Reenter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
11Friends 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—2
Whose whisper o’er the world’s diameter,
As level as the canon 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.