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. So haply slander⁠— 2 Whose whisper o’er the world’s diameter, As level as the canon 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.