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Aye, my Lord; You've back'd the worser man tho', on my word.
Laertes. These gloves are much too tight-another pair
Hamlet. Mine fit.--Are his as soft as mine?
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 tantarara, 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.
Here's Hamlet's health! (Drums, trumpets, and cannon)
Come, now begin the bout;
[Drums, trumpets, and cannon.
[Puts 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).
Hamlet, your health! Cdrinks.) Ha! this is famous
Hamlet. Laertes, you're afraid to hit.
They spar again—in the scuffle, they exchange gloves
Hamlet knocks Laertes down.--The Queen swoons.
- l'ın dish'd (n); I'm caught as neatly as I could have wish'd.
To see your bloody noses,
[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.
I'll follow in a second.
onHere goes, Horatio,—(8) going (s) going (s): gone.
[Dies.. Horatio. Well, here's a noble fellow gone to pot! This altogether's been a pretty plor!