The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Queen._ Alack, what noise is this?[1732]
_King._ Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.[1733][1734]
_Enter another_ Gentleman.[1734]
What is the matter?[1734]
_Gent._ Save yourself, my lord:[1734][1735]
The ocean, overpeering of his list, 95
Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste[1736]
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord;[1737]
And, as the world were now but to begin,[1738]
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,[1738] 100
The ratifiers and props of every word,[1738][1739][1740]
They cry 'Choose we; Laertes shall be king!'[1739][1741]
Caps, hands and tongues applaud it to the clouds,[1742]
'Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!'[1743]
_Queen._ How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! 105
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs! [_Noise within._[1744]
_King._ The doors are broke.
_Enter_ LAERTES, _armed_; Danes _following_.[1745]
_Laer._ Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all without.[1746]
_Danes._ No, let's come in.[1747]
_Laer._ I pray you, give me leave.
_Danes._ We will, we will. 110
[_They retire without the door._[1747][1748]
_Laer._ I thank you: keep the door. O thou vile king,[1749][1750]
Give me my father![1749]
_Queen._ Calmly, good Laertes.
_Laer._ That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard;[1751]
Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot
Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow[1752] 115
Of my true mother.
_King._ What is the cause, Laertes,
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person:
There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would,[1753] 120
Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,[1754]
Why thou art thus incensed: let him go, Gertrude:[1755]
Speak, man.
_Laer._ Where is my father?
_King._ Dead.
_Queen._ But not by him.[1756]
_King._ Let him demand his fill. 125
_Laer._ How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil![1757]
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit![1758]
I dare damnation: to this point I stand,[1758]
That both the worlds I give to negligence, 130
Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged
Most throughly for my father.
_King._ Who shall stay you?
_Laer._ My will, not all the world:[1759]
And for my means, I'll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.[1760]
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