Laertes
Where is my father?
King
Dead.
Queen
But not by him.
King
Let him demand his fill.
Laertes
How came he dead? I’ll not be juggled with:
To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes; only I’ll be revenged
Most thoroughly for my father.
King
Who shall stay you?
Laertes
My will, not all the world:
And for my means, I’ll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.