Dearest consort, whence comes it that you are so sad? Pray tell me the cause of your melancholy! You are indeed our Queen; we love you, and all that the entire kingdom affords is your own. What is it then that troubles you?

My king, I am greatly troubled by the melancholy of my son Hamlet, who is my only prince; it is this that grieves me.

What! is he melancholy? We will gather together all the learned doctors and physicians throughout our whole Kingdom, that they may help him.