Read the excerpt from Act III of Hamlet.Rosencrantz:The cease of majesty Dies not alone, but, like a gulf doth draw What’s near it with it; it is a massy wheel, Fix’d on the summit of the highest mount, To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Are mortis’d and adjoin’d; which, when it falls, Each small annexment, petty consequence, Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.