Act IV
Scene I
A room in the castle.
King
There’s matter in these sighs, these profound heaves:
You must translate: ’tis fit we understand them.
Where is your son?
Queen
Bestow this place on us a little while.
Ah, mine good lord, what have I seen to-night!
Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern .
King
What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
Queen
Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend
Which is the mightier: in his lawless fit,