Laertes. In with her then : (The coffin is put into the grave) and if, as gossips tell, Old maids are destin'd to lead apes in hell, May'st thou be one in my poor sister's train. Hamlet. my old sweetheart ! We're bewitch'd, 'tis plain (h). Queen. (Scattering flowers) Instead of this, as I'm a living sinner, I thought t' have had soon a good wedding-dinner. [The Gravedigger about to throw the earth into the grave. What, DUETT.-LAERTES AND HAMLET. (Tune~" Nancy Dawson.”) Laertes. [Leaps into the grave. Now cover up the quick and dead, As high as Greenwich-hill, Sir. Hamlet (advancing). Laertes. Hamlet. Hamlet, the Dane. Laertes. [Springs out of the grave, and catches Hamlet by the throat. Hamlet. So you'd better not provoke me. I'll fight for her (so hold your mag) Come tell me what you'll do, Sir ? [Exeunt Hamlet and Horatio. Queen. Alas, he's crack'd! Awhile he'll growl like Towzer (i) : Anon, he's patient as a hungry mouser (k). King. [Exit Queen. And now, Laertes, we'll go home to breakfast. [Exeunt King, Laertes, &c. &c. SCENE V. A Hall in the Palace. Enter HAMLET and HORATIO. Hamlet. Enter OSRICK. Osrick. (To Hamlet) His Majesty bath made a match for you, Sir, young Laertes—a prime bruiser ;- Hamlet. Horatio, Osrick. [Exeunt. King and Queen seated-LAERTES, OSRICK, MARCELLUS, BERNARDO, GENTLEMEN, and LADIES, discovered. Enter HAMLET and HORATIO. King. To put an end to squabble, strife, and noise, [To Hamlet and Laertes. Hamlet. (To 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 Laertes. Hamlet. With all my heart. Come, let's set to. Bring me the gloves Laertes. King. Hamlet, you know the wager. Hamlet. Aye, my Lord; You've back'd the worser man tho', on my word. King. Laertes. These gloves are much too tight-another pair Hamlet. Mine fit.- Are his as soft as mine? Osrick. All's fair. King. If i th’ two first rounds Hamlet hit most blows, Or 'scape the third without a bloody nose, Let all the guns we've got make the discovery;-The King shall drink to Hamlet's quick recovery: And in the beer this nutmeg shall he pound, The largest that in Denmark could be found. Give me the mug: now drum a loud tattoo; The drum shall tell the trumpet what to do; The trumpet's tanta rara, post, (1) shall set off, And tell the cannoneer the guns to let off; The cannoneer shall fire 'em, and then--stopI think I've said enough-I'll drink a drop. |