King
The doors are broke.
Noise within.
Laertes
Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all without.
Danes
No, let’s come in.
Laertes
I pray you, give me leave.
Danes
We will, we will.
They retire without the door.
Laertes
I thank you: keep the door. O thou vile king,
Give me my father!
Queen
Calmly, good Laertes.
Laertes
That drop of blood that’s calm proclaims me bastard,
Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot