His purse is empty already; all his golden I humbly thank you, sir. - Dost know this words are spent. water-fly? No, my good lord. Horatio. Of him, sir. Horatio. Hamlet. Osrick. Hamlet. I know, you are not ignorant That's two of his weapons: but, well. The king, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary horses: against the which he has imponed, as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, Three of the carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, and of very liberal conceit. and so. Hamlet. What call you the carriages? Horatio. I knew, you must be edified by the margin, ere you had done. Osrick. The carriages, sir, are the hangers. The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we could carry a cannon by our sides: I would, it might be hangers till then. But, on: six Barbary horses against six French swords, their assigns, and three liberal-conceited carriages, that's the French bet against the Danish. Why is this imponed, as you call it? Osrick. The king, sir, hath laid, sir, that in a dozen passes between yourself and him, he shall not exceed you three hits: he hath laid, on twelve for nine; and that would come to immediate trial, if your lordship would vouchsafe the answer. Hamlet. Hamlet. How, if I answer, no? in trial. Osrick. Hamlet. will forestall their repair hither, and say you are I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be Not a whit, we defy augury: there is a special now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it the readiness is all. Since no man, of aught will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes? Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please his majesty, it is the breathing time of day with me, let the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the king hold his purpose, I will win for him, if I can; if not, I will gain nothing but my shame, and the odd hits. Let be. Enter King, Queen, Laertes, Lords, Osrick, and But pardon't, as you are a gentleman. [punish'd And you must needs have heard, how I am Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night, (Exit Lord. Stick fiery off indeed. I do not think so: since he went into France, I have been in continual practice; I shall win at the odds. Thou would'st not think, how ill all's here about my heart; but it is no matter. Horatio. Nay, good my lord, Hamlet. Very well, my lord; It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gain. Your grace hath laid the odds o' the weaker giving, as would, perhaps, trouble a woman. Horatio. side. King. I do not fear it: I have seen you both; If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I But since he is better'd, we have therefore odds. Laertes. Set me the stoops of wine upon that table.If Hamlet give the first or second hit, Or quit in answer of the third exchange, Let all the battlements their ordnance fire; The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath: And in the cup an union shall he throw, Richer than that which four successive kings In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, [cups; The trumpet to the cannoneer without, The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth, "Now the king drinks to Hamlet!"-Come, begin; And you, the judges, bear a wary eye. And yet it is almost against my conscience. Hamlet. Aside. Come, for the third, Laertes. You but dally: I pray you, pass with your best violence. I am afeard, you make a wanton of me. Laertes. Say you so? come on. Osrick. Nothing, neither way. Laertes. Have at you now. [They play. Laertes wounds Hamlet; then, in scuffling they change Rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes. Look to the queen there, ho! Horatio. It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain; No medicine in the world can do thee good: In thee there is not half an hour of life; The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Unbated, and envenom'd. The foul practice Hath turn'd itself on me: lo! here I lie, Never to rise again. Thy mother's poison'd; I can no more. The king, the king's to blame. Hamlet. Drink off this potion :— is thy union here? Follow my mother. [King dies. King. I do not think it. Nor thine on me! [Dies. Hamlet. But let this same be presently perform'd, Take up the body. Such a sight as this |