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KING

If it be so, Laertes −
As how should it be so, how otherwise? −
Will you be rul’d 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, [60]
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, [65]
But even his mother shall uncharge the practice

And call it accident.

LAERTES

My lord, I will be rul’d,
The rather if you could devise it so
That I might be the organ.

KING
If falls right.
You have been talk’d of since your travel much, [70]

And that in Hamlet’s hearing, for a quality
Wherein they say you shine. Your sum of parts
Did not together pluck such envy from him

As did that one, and that, in my regard,
Of the unworthiest siege.

LAERTES
What part is that, my lord? [75]

KING