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Larger context for LACK in Corpus USbrown_UKbncw/UK_bncw.txt


(As he leaves, OPHELIA tottering upstage, he speaks into her ear a quick clipped sentence.)
To a nunnery, go.
(He goes out.
OPHELIA falls on her knees upstage, her sobs barely audible.
A slight silence.)
PLAYER-KING: Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart -- ( CLAUDIUS enters with POLONIUS and goes over to OPHELIA and lifts her to her feet.
The TRAGEDIANS jump back with heads inclined.)
CLAUDIUS: Love?
His affections do not that way tend, Or what he spake, though it lacked form a little, Was not like madness.
There's something in his soul o'er which his melancholy sits on brood, and I do doubt the hatch and the disclose will be some danger; which for to prevent I have in quick determination thus set it down: he shall with speed to England… (Which carries the three of them -- CLAUDIUS, POLONIUS, OPHELIA -- out of sight.
The PLAYER moves, clapping his hands for attention.)
PLAYER: Gentlemen!
(They look at him.)
It doesn't seem to be coming.
We are not getting it at all.
(To GUIL) What did you think?
GUIL: What was I supposed to think?
PLAYER: (To TRAGEDIANS) You're not getting across!
(ROS had gone half way up to OPHELIA; he returns.)
ROS: That didn't look like love to me.
PLAYER: (To TRAGEDIANS) It was a mess.
ROS: (To GUIL) It's going to be chaos on the night.
GUIL: Keep back -- we're spectators.
PLAYER: Act two!
Positions!
GUIL: Wasn't that the end?
PLAYER: Do you call that an ending? -- with practically everyone on his feet?