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