(Sings.) To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day And I a maid at your window I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i' the cold ground. My brother shall know of it: and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good night. (Exit.) you. KING. Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray trude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions! (A noise within.) QUEEN. Alack, what noise is this? Enter MARCELLUS. KING. What is the matter? MARCELLUS. Save yourself, my lord: The ocean, overpeering of his list, Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord; They cry"Choose we; Laertes shall be king! Caps, hands and tongues applaud it to the clouds, "Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!" KING. The doors are broke. (Noise within.) Enter LAERTES, armed; DANES following. LAERTES. Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all without. DANES. No, let's come in. LAERTES. I pray you, give me leave. We will, we will. DANES. (They retire without the door.) LAERTES. I thank you: keep the door. O thou vile king, Give me my father! QUEEN. Calmly, good Laertes. KING. What is the cause, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person: That treason can but peep to what it would. LAERTES. Where is my father? KING. Dead. |