Ham. One.
Laer. No.
Ham. Judgment.
Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.
Laer. Well; again.
King. Stay; give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine; 296
Here's to thy health. Give him the cup.
Trumpets sound; and shot goes off.
Ham. I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile.
Come.—[They play.] Another hit; what say you?
Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess. 300
King. Our son shall win.
Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath.
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows;
The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
Ham. Good madam!
King. Gertrude, do not drink. 304
Queen. I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.
King. [Aside.] It is the poison'd cup! it is too late.
Ham. I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by.
Queen. Come, let me wipe thy face. 308
Laer. My lord, I'll hit him now.
King. I do not think 't.
Laer. [Aside.] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.
Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes. You but dally;
I pray you, pass with your best violence. 312
I am afeard you make a wanton of me.
Laer. Say you so? come on. [They] play.
Osr. Nothing, neither way.
301 fat: out of training
302 napkin: handkerchief
313 wanton: spoiled child
