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HAMLET. I embrace it freely, And will this brother’s wager frankly play.— Give us the foils; come on. LAERTES. Come, one for me. HAMLET. I’ll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignorance Your skill shall like a star i’ th’ darkest night, Stick fiery off indeed. LAERTES. You mock me, sir. HAMLET. No, by this hand. KING. Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet, You know the wager? HAMLET. Very well, my lord. Your Grace has laid the odds o’ the weaker side. KING. I do not fear it. I have seen you both; But since he is better’d, we have therefore odds. LAERTES. This is too heavy. Let me see another. HAMLET. This likes me well. These foils have all a length? [ They prepare to play. ] OSRIC. 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. HAMLET. Come on, sir. LAERTES. Come, my lord. [ They play. ] HAMLET. One. LAERTES. No. HAMLET. Judgement. OSRIC. A hit, a very palpable hit. LAERTES. 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. HAMLET. I’ll play this bout first; set it by awhile. [ They play. ] Come. Another hit; what say you? LAERTES. 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. HAMLET. 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. HAMLET. I dare not drink yet, madam. By and by. QUEEN. Come, let me wipe thy face. LAERTES. My lord, I’ll hit him now. KING. I do not think’t. LAERTES. [ Aside. ] And yet ’tis almost ’gainst my conscience. HAMLET. Come for the third, Laertes. You do but dally. I pray you pass with your best violence. I am afeard you make a wanton of me.