Page 327 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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KING
The doors are broke.
Enter Laertes with Followers.
LAERTES
Where is this king? − Sirs, stand you all without.
FOLLOWERS
No, let’s come in.
LAERTES
I pray you give me leave.
FOLLOWERS
We will, we will.
LAERTES
I thank you. Keep the door.
[Exeunt Followers.]
O thou vile king, [115]
Give me my father.
QUEEN
[holding him] Calmly, good Laertes.
LAERTES
That drop of blood that’s calm proclaims me bastard,
Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
Even here between the chaste unsmirched brow
Of my true mother.
KING
What is the cause, Laertes, [120]
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? −
Let him go, Gertrude. Do not fear our person.
There’s such divinity doth hedge a king
