The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so near us as doth hourly, grow Out of his brows.

I picture a little flashing triangle pulsing its way out of Hamlet’s forehead – as if he had the Hazard symbol from a car emerging out of his head.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
It starts as a small quiet light, just a dull pulse – but as the hazard gets bigger – the triangle begins to become clear and eventually, he becomes one giant flashing warning.
Also – note Claudius’ language shift, in this little exchange. He starts with some plainspeaking and by the end here, he’s returned to doublespeak political phrasing. Such an interesting speech pattern our good king Claudius was!

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