Page 341 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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LAERTES
Alas, then she is drown’d.
QUEEN
Drown’d, drown’d.
LAERTES
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia [185]
And therefore I forbid my tears. But yet
It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
Let shame say what it will. [Weeps.] When these are gone,
The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord,
I have a speech o’fire that fain would blaze
But that this folly douts it.
Exit.
KING
Let’s follow, Gertrude. [190]
How much I had to do to calm his rage.
Now fear I this will give it start again.
Therefore let’s follow.
Exeunt.
