[Exit, R.C.]
King. Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.
[Exit HORATIO, through centre R.]
O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
All from her father's death.
O, Gertrude, Gertrude,
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions!
Enter MARCELLUS (R. centre.)
King. What is the matter?
Mar. Save yourself, my lord:
