Laer. 
This is too heavy, let me see another.

Ham. 
This likes me well.  These foils have all a length?

[They prepare to play.]

Osr. 
Ay, my good lord.

King. 
Set me the stoups 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 cups;
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
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.

Ham. 
Come on, sir.

Laer. 
Come, my lord.

[They play.]

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;
Here’s to thy health.—­

[Trumpets sound, and cannon shot off within.]

Give him the cup.

Ham. 
I’ll play this bout first; set it by awhile.—­
Come.—­Another hit; what say you?

[They play.]

Laer. 
A touch, a touch, I do confess.

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.

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.

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: 
I am afeard you make a wanton of me.

Laer. 
Say you so? come on.

[They play.]

Osr. 
Nothing, neither way.

Laer. 
Have at you now!

[Laertes wounds Hamlet; then, in scuffling, they change rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes.]

King. 
Part them; they are incens’d.

Ham. 
Nay, come again!

[The Queen falls.]

Osr. 
Look to the queen there, ho!

Hor. 
They bleed on both sides.—­How is it, my lord?

Osr. 
How is’t, Laertes?

Laer. 
Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric;
I am justly kill’d with mine own treachery.