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dotes on) only got the tune of the time, and outward habit of encounter, a kind of yesty collection, which carries them through and through the most fond and winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their tryals, the bubbles are out.

Enter a Lord. Lord. My lord, his majesty commended him to you by young Ofrick, who brings back to him, that you attend bim in the hall; he sends to know if your pleasure hold to play with Laertes, or that

you will take longer time? Ham. I am constant to my purposes, they follow the King's pleasure; if his fitness speaks, mine is ready, now or whensoever, provided I be so able as now.

Lord. The King and Queen and all are comiog down,
Ham. In happy time.

Lord. The Queen desires you to use some gentle entertainment to Laertes, before you fall to play.

Ham. She well instructs me.
Hor. You will lose this wager, my lord.

Ham. I do not think so; since he went into France, I have been in continual practice; I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart --- but it is

no matter.

Hor. Nay, good my lord.

Ham. It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of game-giving as would perhaps trouble a woman.

Hor. If your mind dislike any thing, obey it. I will forestal their repair hither, and say you are not fit.

Ham. Not a whit, we defy augury; there's special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now: if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. Since no man has ought of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?


S CE N E V. Enter King, Queen, Laertes and lords, with other attendants with

foils, and gantlets. A table, and flagons of wine on it. King. Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.

Ham. Give me your pardon, Sir, I've done you wrong,
But pardon't, as you are a gentleman.
This presence knows, and you must needs have heard
How I am punished with sore distraction.
What I have done
That might your nature, honour, and exception
Roughly awake, I. here proclaim was madness:
Was't Hamlet wrongʻd Laertes? never Hamlet.
If Hamlet from himself be ta’en away,
And when he's not himself, do's wrong Laertes;
Then Hamlet do's it not; Hamlet denies it :
Who does it then? his madness. If't be so,
Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd,
His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
Let my disclaiming from a purpos’d evil,
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,
That I have shot mine arrow o’er the house,
And hurt my brother.

Laer. I am satisfied in nature,
Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most
To my revenge: but in my terms of honour,
I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement ;
'Till by some elder masters of known honour
I have a voice, and president of peace
To keep my name ungor'd. But 'till that time,
I do receive your

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Hamn. I embrace it freely,
And will this brother's wager frankly play.
Give us the foils:

Laer. Come one for me.

Ham. I'll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignorance
Your skill shall like a star i'th' darkest night
Stick fiery off, indeed.

Laer. You mock me, Sir.
Ham. No, by this hand.

King. Give them the foils, young Ofrick.
Hamlet, you know the wager.

Ham. Well, my lord,
Your grace hath laid the odds o'th' weaker fide.
King. I do not fear it, I have seen


boch: But since he's better'd, we have therefore odds.

Laer. This is too heavy, let me see another.
Ham. This likes me well; these foils have all a length:

[Prepares to play. Ofr. Ay, my good lord.

King. Set me the stoops of wine upon that table:
If Hamlet give the first, or second hit,
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
Let all the battlements their ordnance fire.
The King shall drink to Hamlet's better breath,
And in the cup an‘Onyx shall he throw,
Richer than that which four successive Kings
In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the

And let the kettle to the trumpets fpeak,
The trumpers to the canoneer without,
The cannons to the heav'ns, the heav'ns to earth.
Now the King drinks to Hamlet. Come, begin,

you the Judges bear a wary eye. Ham. Come on, Sir.


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Laer. Come, my lord,

They play. Ham. OneLaer. No----Ham. Judgment. Ofr. A hit, a very palpable hit. Laer. Well ---- again

King. Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine, Here's to thy health. Give him the cup.

[Trumpet found, Shot goes off

. Ham. I'll play this bout first, set it by a while. (They play. Come another bit ---- what say you ?

Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess.
King. Our son shall win.

Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath.
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, 'rub thy brows,
The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.

Ham. Good madam
King. Gertrude, do not drink.
Queen. I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me.
King. It is the poison'd cup, it is too late.

Ham. I dare not drink yet, madam, by and by.
Queen. Come, let me wipe thy face.
Laer. I'll hit him now.
King. I do not think’t.
Laer. And yet it is almost against my conscience. [afide.

Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes, you but dally,
I pray you pass with your best violence,
I am afraid you make a wanton of me.
Laer. Say you so? come on.

[Play. Ofr. Nothing neither way. Laer. Have at you now. [Laertes wounds Hamlet, then in scuffling they change rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes.

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King. Part them, they are incens’d.
Ham. Nay, come again -
Ofr. Look to the Queen there, ho!
Hor. They bleed on both sides. How is't, my lord ?
Ofr. How is’t Laertes?

Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own sprindge, Ofrick,
I'm justly kill'd with mine own treachery.

Ham. How does the Queen?
King. She swoons to see them bleed.

Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink
Oh my dear Hamlet, the drink, the drink;
I am poison’d---

[Queen dies. Ham. Oh villany! hoe! let the door be lock'd : Treachery! seek it out ---

Laer. It is here. Hamlet, thou art slain,
No medicine in the world can do thee good.
In thee there is not half an hour of life;
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
Unbated and envenom’d: the foul practice
Hath turn'd it self on me. Lo, here I lye,
Never to rise again; thy mother's poison’d;
I can no more --the King, the King's to blame.

Ham. The point envenom’d too?
Then venom to thy work.

[Stabs the King. All. Treafon, treason. King. O yet defend 'me, friends, I am but hurt.

Ham. Here thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion: is the onyx here?
Follow my mother.

[King dies.
Laer. He is justly serv’d.
It is a poison temper'd by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet ;


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