_King._ Not that I think you did not love your father, But that I know love is begun by time,[1908] And that I see, in passages of proof, Time qualifies the spark and fire of it. There lives within the very flame of love[1909] 115 A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it;[1909][1910] And nothing is at a like goodness still,[1909] For goodness, growing to a plurisy,[1909][1911] Dies in his own too much: that we would do[1909][1912] We should do when we would; for this 'would' changes[1909][1913] 120 And hath abatements and delays as many[1909] As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents,[1909][1914] And then this 'should' is like a spendthrift sigh,[1909][1913][1915] That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the ulcer:[1909] Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake,[1916] 125 To show yourself your father's son in deed[1917] More than in words? _Laer._ To cut his throat i' the church. _King._ No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;[1918] Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes, Will you do this, keep close within your chamber.[1919] 130 Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home: We'll put on those shall praise your excellence And set a double varnish on the fame[1920] The Frenchman gave you; bring you in fine together[1921] And wager on your heads: he, being remiss,[1922] 135 Most generous and free from all contriving, Will not peruse the foils, so that with ease,[1923] Or with a little shuffling, you may choose A sword unbated, and in a pass of practice[1924] Requite him for your father. _Laer._ I will do't 140 And for that purpose I'll anoint my sword.[1925] I bought an unction of a mountebank, So mortal that but dip a knife in it,[1926] Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, Collected from all simples that have virtue 145 Under the moon, can save the thing from death That is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch my point With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,[1927][1928] It may be death.[1927]