The knights that are supposed to be watching over the castle see a mysterious thing that they think it is the dead king coming to say something.
The great doors opened. The trumpeters raised their instruments and played a fanfare. The king and queen swept in, followed by the queen’s son, Prince Hamlet.
‘That’s not true, my lord,’ said Hamlet. ‘I am too much in the sun.’ There was far too much of being a son for his liking.
But where was this?’ said Hamlet. ‘My lord, on the platform where we watched.’ ‘Didn’t you speak to it?’ ‘My lord, I did: but it didn’t answer.
The ambassadors went forward and took the letter. They bowed and assured the king that they would show their duty in all things.
Hamlet was left alone. He sank to the floor. He wished that his body would just melt, turn to water and become like the dew. Or that the Almighty hadn’t made a law forbidding suicide. Oh God! God! How weary, stale, flat and useless everything about life seemed!