Page 328 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will. − Tell me, Laertes, [125]
Why thou art incens’d. − Let him go, Gertrude.
Speak, man.

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. [130]
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 reveng’d [135]
Most throughly for my father.

KING
Who shall stay you?

LAERTES
My will, not all the world’s.
And for my means, I’ll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.

KING
Good Laertes,

If you desire to know the certainty [140]