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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
And bring me a pair too.
Aye, my Lord; You've back'd the worser man tho', on my word.
These gloves are much too tight-another pair
Mine fit.-Are his as soft as mine?
Here's Hamlet's health! (Drums, trumpets, and cannon)
Come, now begin the bout;
Hamlet and Laertes spar.
A hit, I'll bet a crown.
A hit or not, 't has almost knock'd him down.
[Drums, trumpets, and cannon.
[Puts poison into the drink. Hamlet, your health pretends to drink). You'd better
drink some too.
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).
I'll nab him ;-but it goes against my conscience.
Laertes, you're afraid to hit,
They spar again — in the scufle, they exchange gloves
Hamlet knocks Laertes down.—The Queen swoons.
Look to the Queen. (To Laertes) How is't, my lord ?
I'm dish'd (n);
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.
O, treachery! I'll smoke it, on my oath.
0, Hamlet ! 'tis all dickey with us both (o)!
you. You're mother's poison's ;—dying, here I lieThe King's to blame
Die, damn'd old murd'rer, die.
[Kills the King.
You've sery'd him right. Hamlet, let's square accounts