Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Laer. Proclaimes me Bastard:
Laer. Cries Cuckold to my Father, brands the Harlot
Laer. Euen here between the chaste vnsmirched brow
Laer. Of my true Mother.
King. King.
King. What is the cause Laertes,
King. That thy Rebellion lookes so Gyant‑like?
King. Let him go Gertrude: Do not feare our person:
King. There's such Diuinity doth hedge a King,
King. That Treason can but peepe to what it would,
King. Acts little of his will. Tell me Laertes,
King. Why thou art thus Incenst? Let him go Gertrude.
King. Speake man.
Laer. Laer.
Laer. Where's my Father?
King. Dead.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. But not by him.