1 Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.
2 That is Laertes, a very noble youth.
3 Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following.
4 Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Or you deny me right.
5 But good Laertes, Will you do this, keep close within your chamber.
6 Enter King, Queen, Laertes, Lords, Osric and Attendants with foils &c.
7 The Queen desires you to use some gentle entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play.
8 He sends to know if your pleasure hold to play with Laertes or that you will take longer time.
9 Enter priests, &c, in procession; the corpse of Ophelia, Laertes and Mourners following; King, Queen, their Trains, &c.
10 Enter Claudius King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, Voltemand, Cornelius, Lords and Attendant.
11 But I am very sorry, good Horatio, That to Laertes I forgot myself; For by the image of my cause I see The portraiture of his.
12 If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
13 The ocean, overpeering of his list, Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, O'erbears your offices.
14 Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes; believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent differences, of very soft society and great showing.