Safely stowed away.
[Offstage] Hamlet, Lord Hamlet!
What’s that noise? Who’s calling me? Oh, there they are.
What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
I’ve mixed it with dust, which is its kin – “dust to dust” and all that.
The way you are sighing, something is going on. You must explain, because I need to know what it is. Where’s your son?
Oh, my lord, what I have seen tonight!
What is it, Gertrude? How’s Hamlet?
As mad and confused as the sea in a storm. In a fit of rage, he heard something behind the curtain, whipped out his sword, and yelled “A rat, a rat.” In a feverish delusion, he killed this good man.
Stop!
Pass on the order, and stop!
What's this, Lucilius, is Cassius nearby?
He's close by. Pindarus has come to salute you on behalf of this master.
These people will be killed, then; their names have been marked.
Your brother has to die too. Do you agree, Lepidus?
I do agree.
Mark him down, Antony.
On the condition that Publius, your nephew, Mark Antony, also dies.
Let’s go find some quiet shady place, and cry till our hearts are empty.
No, let’s instead grab our swords, and stand like good men to defend our fallen kingdom! Every morning, more widows and orphans howl with grief. These cries hit Heaven in the face and echo as though the sky itself grieved for Scotland.
What did he do, that he had to run away?
You must be patient, madam.
He wasn’t patient. It was crazy to run away! Even when we’ve done nothing wrong, that kind of fear makes us look like traitors.
You don’t know if he ran away out of wise caution or fear.
Three times the striped cat has meowed.
Three times and once more the porcupine has whined.
Harpier, my familiar, cries out, “It’s time, it’s time”.
Around the cauldron we go, and throw in poisoned entrails. A toad, captured while sleeping, that sweat venom under a cold stone for thirty-one days. It’s first to be boiled in the magic pot.
