LAERTES: But let him come.
It warms my sick heart to know that I’ll get the chance to look him in the face and say, “You did this.”
CLAUDIUS: If that’s how you feel, Laertes—and why shouldn’t you?—will you let me guide and direct you?
LAERTES: Ay, my lord— So long as you will not lead me toward peace.
CLAUDIUS: Only to thine own peace of mind.
If he’s come back to Denmark without plans to continue on his trip, then I’ll trick him into an undertaking, which I’m working out, that’s sure to kill him.
Nobody will breathe a word of blame over his death; even his mother will think it’s an accident.