Here the 1st Quarto has:—
Lear. Forbeare the earth a while: sister farewell:
Leartes leapes into the graue.
Now powre your earth on Olympus hie,
And make a hill to o're top olde Pellon:
Hamlet leapes in after Leartes
Whats he that coniures so?
Ham. Beholde tis I, Hamlet the Dane.]
[Footnote 11: The whole speech is bravado—the frothy grief of a weak, excitable effusive nature.]
[Footnote 12: He can remain apart no longer, and approaches the company.]
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Coniure the wandring Starres, and makes them stand [Sidenote: Coniues] Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I, Hamlet the Dane.[1]
Laer. The deuill take thy soule.[2]
Ham. Thou prai'st not well,
I prythee take thy fingers from my throat;[3]
Sir though I am not Spleenatiue, and rash,
[Sidenote: For though | spleenatiue rash,]
Yet haue I something in me dangerous, [Sidenote: in me something]
Which let thy wisenesse feare. Away thy hand.
[Sidenote: wisedome feare; hold off they]
King. Pluck them asunder.