"He didn't defend thee?" Laertes frowns, reading the truth of their father's failure in her wounded look. So many of his father's precepts echo in his mind--hollow, now, without the brassy weight of conviction behind them. Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear ’t that th’ opposèd may beware of thee--had his father ever borne a quarrel on his daughter's behalf? "Ophelia--"