Crossword-Solution: LAERTES 7 letters, 50 clues 🏆 scrabble score: 7

Neererhe drew, and many a walk travers’d Of stateliest Covert, Cedar, Pine, or Palme, Then voluble and bold, now hid, now seen Among thick-wov’n Arborets and Flours Imborderd on each Bank, the hand of _Eve_: Spot more delicious then those Gardens feign’d Or of reviv’d _Adonis_, or renownd _Alcinous_, host of old _Laertes_ Son, Or that, not Mystic, where the Sapient King Held dalliance with his faire _Egyptian_ Spouse.

What were you doing, sir, up in that billiard saloon?” “Begging your pardon, ma’am, it wasn’t a billiard saloon, but a gymnasium, and I was taking a lesson in fencing.” “I’m glad of that.” “Why?” “You can teach me, and then when we play _Hamlet_, you can be Laertes, and we’ll make a fine thing of the fencing scene.” Laurie burst out with a hearty boy’s laugh, which made several passers-by smile in spite of themselves.

Then discovering himself, he leaped into the grave where Laertes was, all as frantic or more frantic than he, and Laertes knowing him to be Hamlet, who had been the cause of his father's and his sister's death, grappled him by the throat as an enemy, till the attendants parted them: and Hamlet, after the funeral, excused his hasty act in throwing himself into the grave as if to brave Laertes; but he said he could not bear that any one should seem to outgo him in grief for the death of the fair Ophelia.

And now the warrior-king Laertes' son Fought at his side: before him blenched the foe, As he smote down Peisander's fleetfoot son, The warrior Maenalus, who left his home In far-renowned Abydos: down on him He hurled Atymnius, the goodly son Whom Pegasis the bright-haired Nymph had borne To strong Emathion by Granicus' stream.

Yet held he by the dead: he heeded not The moaning warrior who had learnt his sin-- Who waited now, like one in lairs of pain, Apart with darkness, hungry for his fate; For had not wise Telemachus the lore Which makes the pale-mouthed seer content to sleep Amidst the desolations of the world? So therefore he, who knew Telegonus, The child of Circe by Laertes' son, Was set to be a scourge of Zeus, smote not, But rather sat with moody eyes, and mused, And watched the dead.