All. No, let's come in
Laer. I pray you giue me leaue
Al. We will, we will
Laer. I thanke you: Keepe the doore.
Oh thou vilde King, giue me my Father
Qu. Calmely good Laertes
Laer. That drop of blood, that calmes
Proclaimes me Bastard:
Cries Cuckold to my Father, brands the Harlot
Euen heere betweene the chaste vnsmirched brow
Of my true Mother
King. What is the cause Laertes,
That thy Rebellion lookes so Gyant-like?
Let him go Gertrude: Do not feare our person:
There's such Diuinity doth hedge a King,
That Treason can but peepe to what it would,
Acts little of his will. Tell me Laertes,
Why thou art thus Incenst? Let him go Gertrude.
Speake man
Laer. Where's my Father?
King. Dead
Qu. But not by him
King. Let him demand his fill