King.
There's matter ^note in these sighs, these profound heaves: ^{note note}
You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them.
Where is your son?

Queen. ^note
Bestow this place on us a little while. ^{note note} [Exeunt ^note Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
Ah, mine own ^note lord, what have I seen to-night! ^note

King.
What, Gertrude ^note? How ^note does Hamlet?

Queen.
Mad as the sea ^note and wind, when both contend
Which is the mightier: ^note in his lawless fit, ^note
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries ^note ‘a rat, a rat!’ ^note
And in this ^note brainish apprehension kills
The unseen good old man.

King.
O heavy deed!
It had been ^note so with us, had we been ^note there:
His liberty is full of threats to all,
To you yourself, to us, to every one.
Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd ^note?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain'd and out of haunt ^note,
This mad young man: but so much was our love,
We would not understand what was most fit,
But, like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let ^note it feed
Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?

Queen.
To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore ^note

Among a mineral of metals ^note base,
Shows itself pure; he ^note weeps for what is done.

King.
O ^note Gertrude, come away!
The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
But we will ship him hence: and this vile ^note deed
We must, with all our majesty and skill,
Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern! ^note Re-enter ^note Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
Friends both, go join you with ^note some further aid:
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
And from his mother's closet ^note hath he dragg'd ^note him:
Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body
Into the chapel. I pray ^note you, haste in this. [Exeunt ^note Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends;
And let ^note them know, both what we mean to do,
And what's untimely done............
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter
As level as the cannon to his blank
Transports his ^note poison'd ^note shot, may miss our name ^note
And hit the woundless air. O, come away!
My soul is full of discord and dismay. [Exeunt.

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