These deep, heaving sighs of yours mean something. You have to tell me what. I need to know. Where's your son? 1
What Gertrude? how is Hamlet? 3
Let us speak privately awhile, please... Ah, my Lord, you wouldn't believe what I've witnessed tonight! 2
Oh, this is terrible! it would've happened to me if I been there. His wildness is a threat to all of us you and me and everyone. How will we deal with this violent deed? So like someone suffering from a nasty disease who refuses to divulge his condition and lets it infect him to the core, I kept Hamlet's condition secret and let it grow more and more dangerous. Where has he gone?
As mad as the waves and the wind when they struggle together in a storm. In an insane rage, he hears something jump from behind the tapestry and shouts " a rat a rat" and kills the good old man. 1
Oh, Gertrude, let's go. As soon as the sun sets we'll ship him off to England. It'll take all my diplomatic know- how to explain to explain and excuse the murder. 2
Hey, Guildenstern 3
To remove the corpse of the man he killed. His madness allows a glimmering of morality to shine through, like a vein of gold ion a chunk of coal. 1