King. Dead.
Queen. But not by him.[1756]
King. Let him demand his fill. 125
Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil![1757]
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit![1758]
I dare damnation: to this point I stand,[1758]
That both the worlds I give to negligence, 130
Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged
Most throughly for my father.
King. Who shall stay you?
Laer. My will, not all the world:[1759]
And for my means, I'll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.[1760]
King. Good Laertes,[1761] 135
If you desire to know the certainty[1761]
Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge,[1762]
That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,[1763]
Winner and loser?[1764]
Laer. None but his enemies.
King. Will you know them then?[1765] 140
Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms;[1766]
And, like the kind life-rendering pelican,[1767]
Repast them with my blood.[1768]