Queen
To 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
O 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!
Scene II
Another room in the castle.
Hamlet
Safely stowed.
Rosencrantz Guildenstern
Within.
Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!