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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.)
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!
GUIL: Wasn't that the end?
PLAYER: Do you call that an ending? -- with practically everyone on his feet?