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I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room;
Mother, good night indeed. This counsellor
Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave....
Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you....
Good night, mother.
[he drags the body from the room; the Qyeen
casts herself sobbing upon the couch

[4. 1.] After a short while the KING enters with
ROSEN CRANTZ and GUILDENSTEW
King [raises her]. There's matter in these sighs, these
profound heaves,
You must translate, 'tis fit we understand them.
Where is your son ?
$jfeea. Bestow this place on us a little while....
[Rosencrantz and Guildenstern depart
Ah, mine own lord, what have I seen to-night!
King. What, Gertrude? how does Hamlet?
Qgeen. Mad as the sea and wind when both contend'
Which is the mightier—in his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
10 Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!'
And in this brainish apprehension kills
The unseen good old man.
King. O heavy deedl
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 answered?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrained, and out of haunt
This mad young man; but so much was our love,