Like wonder-wounded hearers?"
Then comes the struggles in which they are parted by the attendants after which Hamlet cries out with like "emphasis:"
"Why I will fight with him upon this theme
Until my eye-lids can no longer wag.
...
I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum—what wilt thou do for her?"
On which the king exclaims, with much reason,
"O, he is mad, Laertes."