CLAUDIUS: Thou still hast been the father of good news. POL…
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CLAUDIUS: Thоu still hаst been the fаther оf gоod news. POLONIUS: Hаve I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege, I hold my duty as I hold my soul, Both to my God and to my gracious King; And I do think or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy for sure As it hath used to do, that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy... (Exeunt - leaving ROS and GUIL) ROS: I want to go home. GUIL: Don't let them confuse you. ROS: I'm out of my step here - GUIL: We'll soon be home and high - dry and home - I'll - ROS: It's all over my depth - GUIL: I'll hie you home and - ROS: - out of my head - GUIL: - dry you high and - ROS (cracking, high): - over my step over my head body! - I tell you it's all stopping to a death, it's boding to a depth, stepping to a head, it's all heading to a dead stop – GUIL (the nursemaid): There!... and we'll soon be home and dry... and high and dry... (Rapidly.) Has it ever happened to you that all of a sudden and for no reason at all you haven't the faintest idea how to spell the word - "wife" - or "house" - because when you write it down you just can't remember ever having seen those letters in that order before...? ROS: I remember... GUIL: Yes? ROS: I remember there were no questions. GUIL: There were always questions. To exchange one set for another is no great matter. ROS: Answers, yes. There were answers to everything. GUIL: You've forgotten. ROS (flaring): I haven't forgotten - how I used to remember my own name - and yours, oh ): I haven't forgotten - how I used to remember my own name - and yours, oh yes! There were answers everywhere you looked. There was no question about it - people knew who I was and if they didn't they asked and I told them. GUIL: You did, the trouble is each of them is... plausible, without being instinctive. All your life you live so close to truth, it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye, and when something nudges it into outline it is like being ambushed by a grotesque. A man standing in his saddle in the half-lit half-alive dawn banged on the shutters and called two names. He was just a hat and the cloak levitating in the grey plume of his own breath, but when he called we came. That much is certain - we came. ROS: Well I can tell you I'm sick to death of it. I don't care one way or another, so why don't you make up your mind. GUIL: We can't afford anything quite so arbitrary. Nor did we come all this way for a christening. All that - preceded us. But we are comparatively fortunate; we might have been left to sift the whole field of human nomenclature, like two blind men looting a bazaar for their own portraits... At least we are presented with alternatives.
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