"Damn me, I always misremember her name," says Laertes with a wince. "Ay, that is she. And ay, he is a part of it. If it's true that she is interested in stories, then I could not fail to catch her interest: a character ignorant of the substance of his own famous play, who has made a life and a home apart from it and has no desire to return. If she means us ill, I can learn of it. But we know not what arts--if any--might be marshaled in my defense."