Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

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Author: William Shakespeare

Scene 1

A room in the castle.

Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN

KING CLAUDIUSThere’s matter in these sighs, these profound heaves:
You must translate: ’tis fit we understand them.
Where is your son?

QUEEN GERTRUDEBestow this place on us a little while.

Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!

KING CLAUDIUSWhat, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?

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

KING CLAUDIUSO heavy deed!
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 answer’d?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain’d and out of haunt,
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 it feed
Even on the pith of Life. Where is he gone?

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

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

Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
Friends both, go join you with some further aid:
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
And from his mother’s closet hath he dragg’d him:
Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body
Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.

Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
Come, Gertrude, we’ll call up our wisest friends;
And let 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 poison’d shot, may miss our name,
And hit the woundless air. O, come away!
My soul is full of discord and dismay.

Exeunt
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Chicago: William Shakespeare, "Act 4, Scene 1," Hamlet, Prince of Denmark in Original Sources, accessed August 8, 2022, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4ZD13SZHWWFZ2VE.

MLA: Shakespeare, William. "Act 4, Scene 1." Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, in , Original Sources. 8 Aug. 2022. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4ZD13SZHWWFZ2VE.

Harvard: Shakespeare, W, 'Act 4, Scene 1' in Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. cited in , . Original Sources, retrieved 8 August 2022, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4ZD13SZHWWFZ2VE.