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?