KING
  1   There's matter in these sighs, these profound heaves:
  2   You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them.
  3   Where is your son?

      QUEEN
  4   Bestow this place on us a little while.

           [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

  5   Ah, mine own lord, what have I seen to-night!

      KING
  6   What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?

      QUEEN
  7   Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend
  8   Which is the mightier: in his lawless fit,
  9   Behind the arras hearing something stir,
 10   Whips out his rapier, cries, 'A rat, a rat!'
 11   And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
 12   The unseen good old man.

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

      QUEEN
 24   To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:
 25   O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
 26   Among a mineral of metals base,
 27   Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done.

      KING
 28   O Gertrude, come away!
 29   The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
 30   But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed
 31   We must, with all our majesty and skill,
 32   Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern!

Summary

           Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.

 33   Friends both, go join you with some further aid:
 34   Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
 35   And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him:
 36   Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body
 37   Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.

           Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.

 38   Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends;
 39   And let them know, both what we mean to do,
 40   And what's untimely done [for, haply, slander]
 41   Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
 42   As level as the cannon to his blank,
 43   Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name,
 44   And hit the woundless air. O, come away!
 45   My soul is full of discord and dismay.

           Exeunt.