Aye, my Lord; You've back'd the worser man tho', on my word. King. I'm not afraid; I'm sure you'll not fight shy; 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, Here's Hamlet's health! (Drums, trumpets, and cannon) Come, now begin the bout; And you, the judges, keep a sharp look-out. A hit or not, 't has alınost knock'd him down. [Drums, trumpets, and cannon. King. Give me the beer: this nutmeg is for you. [Puts poison into the drink. Hamlet, your health (pretends to drink). You'd better drink some too. Hamlet. Let's have this round; when I want drink I'll ask it. (They spar again.) Egad, I had him there in the bread-basket (m). Queen. Hamlet, your health! (drinks.) Ha! this is famous stingo! I'll nab him ;-but it goes against my conscience. Hamlet. Laertes, you're afraid to hit. Laertes. Pooh! nonsense. [Aside. [Aside. They spar again—in the scuffle, they exchange glovesHamlet knocks Laertes down.-The Queen swoons. Osrick. Look to the Queen. (To Laertes) How is't, my lord? Laertes. I'm dish'd (n); I'm caught as neatly as I could have wish'd. Hamlet. How does the Queen? King. To see your bloody noses, Her stomach-royal slightly indisposes. Queen. No, no; I'm poison'd: your damn'd uncle, here, Hamlet. O, treachery! I'll smoke it, on my oath. Laertes. O, Hamlet! 'tis all dickey with us both (p)! Hamlet. [Dies Die, damn'd old murd'rer, die. [Kills the King. Laertes. You've serv'd him right. Hamlet, let's square accounts Tho' there's some little diff'rence in amounts Mine, and my father's death, 'gainst your's be rec kon'd Now then, I'm off.— Hamlet. I'll follow in a second. [Dies. You that look pale, and quiver, quirk, and quake, Horatio. No, I'll die too-here's poison in the cup- Hamlet. Give me the cup; you shall not have a drop- That last cross-buttock dish'd me-Oh!—I can't get on Here goes, Horatio,-(s) going-(s) going (s) gone. [Dies Horatio. Well, here's a noble fellow gone to pot! |