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The Court of Denmark.
Flourish of trumpets and drums.
King and Queen seated — Laertes, Osrick, Marcellus,
BERNARDO, GENTLEMEN, and Ladies, discovered.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
[To Hamlet and Laertes.
Hamlet. (T. Laertes) Sir, I have done you wrong, and sorely
rue it, But, on my word, I didn't go to do it ; Therefore, let's make it up ;-come, don't be hard on
With all my heart. Come, let's set to. Bring me the gloves
Hamlet, you know the wager.
Aye, my Lord; You've back'd the worser man tho', on my word.
These gloves are much too tight-another pair
Hamlet. Mine fit.- Are his as soft as mine?
If i'th' two first rounds Hamlet hit most blows,
Here's Hamlet's health! (Drums, trumpets, and cannon)
Come, now begin the bout;
Hamlet and Laertes spar.
A hit or not, 't has almost knock'd him down.
Drums, trumpets, and cannon.
Give me the beer : this nutmeg is for you.
[Puis poison into the drink. Hamlet, your health (pretends to drink). You'd better
drink some too.
(They spar again.)
Egad, I had him there in the bread-basket (m).
The poison'd cup, by jingo!
[ Aside. Laertes. I'll nab him ;—but it goes against my conscience.
[ Aside. Hamlet. Laertes, you're afraid to hit.
They spar again — in the scuffle, they exchange gloves —
Hamlet knocks Laertes down.-The Queen swoons.
I'm I'm caught as neatly as I could have wish’d.
How does the Queen ?
To see your bloody noses, Her stomach-royal slightly indisposes.
[Kills the King.