’Tis Hamlet’s character. “Naked!” And in a postscript here, he says “alone.” Can you advise me?

I’m lost in it, my lord. But let him come; It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, “Thus didest thou.”

If it be so, Laertes⁠— As how should it be so? how otherwise?⁠— Will you be ruled by me?

Ay, my lord; So you will not o’errule me to a peace.

To thine own peace. If he be now return’d, As checking at his voyage, and that he means No more to undertake it, I will work him To an exploit, now ripe in my device, Under the which he shall not choose but fall: And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe, But even his mother shall uncharge the practice And call it accident.