Another room in the castle.
[Enter King and Laertes.]
KING. Now must your conscience my acquaintance seal,
And you must put me in your heart for friend,
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
That he which hath your noble father slain
Pursued my life.
LAERT. It well appears: but tell me
Why you proceeded not against these feats,
So criminal and so capital in nature,
As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,
You mainly were stirred up.
KING. O, for two special reasons;
Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinewed,
But yet to me they are strong. The queen his mother
Lives almost by his looks; and for myself –
My virtue or my plague, be it either which –
She’s so conjunctive to my life and soul,
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
I could not but by her. The other motive,
Why to a public count I might not go,
Is the great love the general gender bear him;
Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows,
Too slightly timbered for so loud a wind,
Would have reverted to my bow again,
And not where I had aimed them.
LAERT. And so have I a noble father lost;
A sister driven into desperate terms,
Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
Stood challenger on mount of all the age
For her perfections: but my revenge will come.
KING. Break not your sleeps for that: you must not think
That we are made of stuff so flat and dull
That we can let our beard be shook with danger
And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more:
I loved your father, and we love ourself;
And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine –
[Enter a Messenger.]
How now! what news?
MESSE. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet:
This to your majesty; this to the queen.
KING. From Hamlet! who brought them?
MESSE. Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not:
They were given me by Claudio; he received them
Of him that brought them.
KING. Laertes, you shall hear them.
Leave us.
[Exit Messenger.]
[Reads.] ‘High and mighty, You shall know I am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes: when I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden and more strange return.
‘HAMLET.’
What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
LAERT. Know you the hand?
KING. ’Tis Hamlets character. ‘Naked!’
And in a postscript here, he says ‘alone.’
Can you advise me?
LAERT. 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 didst thou.’
KING. If it be so, Laertes –
As how should it be so? how otherwise? –
Will you be ruled by me?
LAERT. Ay, my lord;
So you will not o’errule me to a peace.
KING. To thine own peace. If he be now returned,
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: