Scene I. A room in the Castle.
[Enter King, Queen, 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.
[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, who go out.]
Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!
What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend
Which is the mightier: in his
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat,
And in this brainish apprehension, kills
The 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 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?
To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:
O'er whom his very madness, like some
Among 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
will ship him hence: and this vile deed
We must with all our majesty and skill
countenance and excuse.--Ho, Guildenstern!
[Re-enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
Friends both, go join you with some further aid:
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius
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
As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports his poison'd shot,--may miss
And hit the woundless air.--O, come away!
My soul is full of discord and