Polonius has been slain! Nay Nay! It cannot be! I am at fault for this disastrous result! I ordered Hamlet to seek thee, and look what has happened. He comes onto me like a demon possessed lover, a violent fiend thirsty for ones heart. This is not my son! Perhaps my ponderings were correct. Perhaps he is consumed with lust for me, his mother! Then what goes! He proceeds to accuse me of murdering his father claiming ¨Heaven's face doth glow O'er this solidity and compound mass With tristful visage, as against the doom, Is thought-sick at the act.¨ I meant not to hurt him so! Had I known what end comes --nay this cannot be! ¨Thou hast cleft my heart in twain!¨ Polonius slain at the hands of my born flesh!