Polonius poured himself a glass of wine. “Look, you stay home with him. Tell him…” He paused, looking up and summoning all his wits. “Tell him that his pranks have been too broad to bear and that Your Grace has protected herself and stood between much heat and him.” He glanced at the queen's reaction. The queen sat exhausted in her dimly lit room. All the curtains were drawn to keep out prying eyes. She ran her fingers through her hair, inadvertently making it messier than before. Feeling a terrible weight holding her down, it took all her strength to hold her head high and look like a queen. Polonius handed the glass of wine to the queen, but she pushed him away. She stood up and paced back and forth, clenching her hands, while Polonius followed heavily behind her. “I will be silenced even here. Please be with him. » “Mother, mother, mother!” Hamlet's voice echoed through the room, forcing Polonius to jump. Patting her hair and straightening her dress, the queen gave a stern look and whispered to Polonius, “I guarantee it.” Do not fear me. I withdraw, I...