[Footnote 9: This line not in Q.]
[Footnote 10: Note that the king is well guarded, and Hamlet had to lay his account with great risk in the act of killing him.]
[Footnote 11: border, as of cloth: the mounds thrown up to keep the sea out.
The figure here specially fits a Dane.]
[Footnote 12: I do not know whether this word means pitiless, or stands for impetuous. The Quarto has one t.]
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Then young Laertes, in a Riotous head,[1]
Ore-beares your Officers, the rabble call him Lord,
And as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquity forgot, Custome not knowne,
The Ratifiers and props of euery word,[2]
[Sidenote: 62] They cry choose we? Laertes shall be King,[3]
[Sidenote: The cry]
Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,
Laertes shall be King, Laertes King.
Qu. How cheerefully on the false Traile they cry, [Sidenote: A noise within.] Oh this is Counter you false Danish Dogges.[4]
Noise within. Enter Laertes[5]. [Sidenote: Laertes with others.]
King. The doores are broke.
Laer. Where is the King, sirs? Stand you all without. [Sidenote: this King? sirs stand]