POLONIUS: I’ll hide behind the arras to hear what they say. I bet she’ll put him in his place!
And, as you said—and said it wisely—it’s good to have someone there besides her, since nature makes mothers partial to their children.
Farewell, my liege. I’ll call upon you before you go to bed and tell you what I know.
CLAUDIUS: Thanks, my dear lord.
Oh, the crime I’ve committed is rotten! It smells to heaven.
It has the primal eldest curse upon it, the mark of Cain—a brother’s murder.
I cannot pray! Though I desperately want to, the power of my crime overwhelms my remorse—so like a man with two conflicting commands, I stand here paralyzed, unable to follow either.