Guildenstern. The King, sir— Hamlet. Ay, sir, what of him? Guildenstern. Is in his retirement, marvellous distemper’d. Hamlet. With drink, sir? Guildenstern. No, my lord; rather with choler.

Luckily an ambulance arrived quickly and he was rushed to hospital. (UK)

I could also see that he was an overgeneralizer and a dogmatist, and therefore a poor scientist.

It was worthless land on the north edge of the chalk country, and he got a large tract of it, which he wired off.