King
’Tis Hamlet’s character. “Naked!”
And in a postscript here, he says “alone.”
Can you advise me?
Laertes
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.”
King
If it be so, Laertes—
As how should it be so? how otherwise?—
Will you be ruled by me?
Laertes
Ay, my lord;
So you will not o’errule me to a peace.
King
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.
Laertes
My lord, I will be ruled;
The rather, if you could devise it so
That I might be the organ.