Act 2

Question 1

Your royal father’s murdered.

Scene 3

Answer 1

Murdered? By whom?

Question 2

Look to the lady.

Scene 3

Answer 2

What should be spoken
here, where our fate hid in an auger-hole
May rush, and sieze us? Let’s away:
Our tears are not yet brewed.

Nor our strong sorrow
Upon the foot of motion.

Question 3

And so do I.

Scene 3

Answer 3

So All.

What will you do? Let’s not consort with them.
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy. I’ll to England.

Question 4

To Ireland, I. Our separated fortune
Shall keep us both safer. Where we are
There’s daggers in men’s smiles. The near in blood, the nearer bloody.

Answer 4

This murderous shaft that’s shot
Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse;
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
But shift away. There’s warrant in that theft
Which steals itself when there’s no mercy left.