If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,[50]
Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what noise?
Enter QUEEN (R.C.)
Queen. (C.) One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow: Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.
Laer. (R.) Drown'd! O, where?
Queen. There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
Therewith fantastick garlands did she make
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples;[51]