There's matters in these sighs. 2588These profound heaves

4.1.22589You must translate; 'tis fit we understand them.

4.1.32590Where is your son?

Ah, my good lord, what have I seen tonight!

What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?

Mad as the seas and wind, when both contend

4.1.72594Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit,

4.1.82595Behind the arras hearing something stir,

4.1.92596He whips his rapier out, and cries, "A rat, a rat!"

4.1.102597And in his brainish apprehension kills

4.1.112598The unseen good old man.

The unseen good old man. Oh, heavy deed!

4.1.122600It had been so with us had we been there.

4.1.132601His liberty is full of threats to all,

4.1.142602To you yourself, to us, to everyone.

4.1.152603Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answered?

4.1.162604It will be laid to us, whose providence

4.1.172605Should have kept short, restrained, and out of haunt

4.1.182606This mad young man. But so much was our love,

4.1.192607We would not understand what was most fit,

4.1.202608But like the owner of a foul disease,

4.1.212609To keep it from divulging, lets it feed

4.1.222610Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?

To draw apart the body he hath killed,

4.1.242612O'er whom his very madness, like some ore

4.1.252613Among a mineral of metals base,

4.1.262614Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done.

Oh, Gertrude, come away!

4.1.282616The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch

4.1.292617But we will ship him hence, and this vile deed

4.1.302618We must with all our majesty and skill

4.1.312619Both countenance and excuse.

Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern!

4.1.322621Friends both, go join you with some further aid.

4.1.332622Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,

4.1.342623And from his mother's closet hath he dragged him.

4.1.352624Go seek him out, speak fair, and bring the body

4.1.362625Into the chapel. I pray you haste in this.

4.1.372626Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends

4.1.382627To let them know both what we mean to do

4.1.392628And what's untimely done. Oh, come away!

4.1.402629My soul is full of discord and dismay.