Hor. Is 't not possible to understand in another tongue? You will do 't, Sir, really. Ham. What imports the nomination of this gentleman ? Hor. His purse is empty already; all his golden words are spent. Ham. Of him, Sir. Osr. I know, you are not ignorant Ham. I would, you did, Sir; yet, in faith, if you did, it would not much approve me. Well, Sir. Osr. You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is Ham. I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in excellence; but to know a man well were to know himself. Osr. I mean, Sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation laid on him by them, in his meed he 's unfellowed. Ham. What's his weapon? Osr. Rapier and dagger. Ham. That's two of his weapons: but, well. Osr. 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, and so. Three of the carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, and of very liberal conceit. Ham. What call you the carriages? Hor. I knew, you must be edified by the margin, ere you had done. Osr. The carriages, Sir, are the hangers. Ham. 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? Osr. 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. Ham. How, if I answer no? Osr. I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial. Ham. 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. Osr. Shall I deliver you so? Ham. To this effect, Sir; after what flourish your nature will. Osr. I commend my duty to your lordship. [Exit. Ham. Yours, yours. He does well to commend it himself; there are no tongues else for 's turn. Hor. This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head. Ham. He did comply with his dug before he sucked it. Thus has he (and many more of the same breed, that, I know, the drossy age dotes on) only got the tune of the time, and outward habit of encounter, a kind of yesty collection, which carries them through and through the most fond and winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out. Enter a Lord. Lord. My lord, his majesty commended him to you by young Osrick, who brings back to him, that you attend him in the hall: he sends to know, if your pleasure hold to play with Laertes, or that you will take longer time. Ham. I am constant to my purposes; they follow the king's pleasure: if his fitness speaks, mine is ready; now, or whensoever, provided I be so able as now. Lord. The king, and queen, and all are coming down. Ham. In happy time. Lord. The queen desires you to use some gentle entertain ment to Laertes, before you fall to play. Ham. She well instructs me. Hor. You will lose this wager, my lord. [Exit Lord. Ham. 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. Hor. Nay, good my lord, Ham. It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gaingiving, as would, perhaps, trouble a woman. Hor. If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will forestall their repair hither, and say you are not fit. Ham. Not a whit, we defy augury: there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is 't to leave betimes? Let be. Enter King, Queen, LAERTES, Lords, OSRICK, and Attendants with Foils, &c. King. Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me. [The King puts the Hand of LAERTES into that of HAMLET. Ham. Give me your pardon, Sir: I've done you wrong; But pardon 't, as you are a gentleman. This presence knows, And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd That might your nature, honour, and exception, And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, If't be so; Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd; His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy. Sir, in this audience, Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd évil Free me so far in your most generous thoughts, That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother. Laer. I am satisfied in nature, Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most To keep my name ungor'd. But till that time, And will not wrong it. Ham. I embrace it freely; And will this brother's wager frankly play. Laer. Come; one for me. Ham. I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night, Ham. No, by this hand. King. Give them the foils, young Osrick. Cousin Hamlet, You know the wager? Ham. Osr. Ay, my good lord. These foils have all a length? King. 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, Give me the cups; In Denmark's crown have worn. And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth, And you, the judges, bear a wary eye. Laer. Ham. Laer. Ham. Come, begin; - Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit. Laer. King. Stay; give me drink. [Trumpets sound; and Cannon shot off within. Ham. I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile. Come. Another hit; what say you? -- [They play. He's fat, and scant of breath. Laer. A touch; a touch, I do confess. Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows: Ham. Good Madam, King. Gertrude, do not drink. Queen. I will, my lord: I pray you, pardon me. [Aside. I do not think it. [Aside. 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. [They play. |