2587King. There's matters in these sighes.

2588These profound heaues

2589You must translate; Tis fit we vnderstand them.

2590Where is your Sonne?

2591Qu. Ah my good Lord, what haue I seene to night?

2592King. What Gertrude? How do's Hamlet?

2593Qu. Mad as the Seas, and winde, when both contend

2594Which is the Mightier, in his lawlesse fit

2595Behinde the Arras, hearing something stirre,

2596He whips his Rapier out, and cries a Rat, a Rat,

2597And in his brainish apprehension killes

2598The vnseene good old man.

2599King. On heauy deed:

2600It had bin so with vs had we beene there:

2601His Liberty is full of threats to all,

2602To you your selfe, to vs, to euery one.

2603Alas, how shall this bloody deede be answered?

2604It will be laide to vs, whose prouidence

2605Should haue kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt,

2606This mad yong man. But so much was our loue,

2607We would not vnderstand what was most fit,

2608But like the Owner of a foule disease,

2609To keepe it from divulging, let's it feede

2610Euen on the pith of life. Where is he gone?

2611Qu. To draw apart the body he hath kild,

2612O're whom his very madnesse like some Oare

2613Among a Minerall of Mettels base

2614Shewes it selfe pure. He weepes for what is done.

2615King. Oh Gertrude, come away:

2616The Sun no sooner shall the Mountaines touch,

2617But we will ship him hence, and this vilde deed,

2618We must with all our Maiesty and Skill

2619Both countenance, and excuse. Enter Ros. & Guild.

2620Ho Guildenstern:

2621Friends both go ioyne you with some further ayde:

2622Hamlet in madnesse hath Polonius slaine,

2623And from his Mother Clossets hath he drag'd him.

2624Go seeke him out, speake faire, and bring the body

2625Into the Chappell. I pray you hast in this. Exit Gent.

2626Come Gertrude, wee'l call vp our wisest friends,

2627To let them know both what we meane to do,

2628And what's vntimely done. Oh come away,

2629My soule is full of discord and dismay. Exeunt.