[For once - a rarity with Hamlet, though not the first time, not with her - he has no words. No speech to keep away the silence and all its condemnations.
So for the moment he only watches her, rubbing at the back of his neck and willing his voice to return.
5000000 years late, but if you're around and the lady's still speaking...
So for the moment he only watches her, rubbing at the back of his neck and willing his voice to return.
It's hard to see her. It is.]