The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Ham._ The worde had beene more cosin german to the
phrase, if he could haue carried the canon by his side,
And howe's the wager? I vnderstand you now.
_Gent._ Mary sir, that yong _Leartes_ in twelue venies
At Rapier and Dagger do not get three oddes of you, 25
And on your side the King hath laide,
And desires you to be in readinesse.
_Ham._ Very well, if the King dare venture his wager,
I dare venture my skull: when must this be?
_Gent._ My Lord, presently, the king, and her maiesty, 30
With the rest of the best iudgement in the Court,
Are comming downe into the outward pallace.
_Ham._ Goe tell his maiestie, I wil attend him.
_Gent._ I shall deliuer your most sweet answer. _exit._
_Ham._ You may sir, none better, for y'are spiced, 35
Else he had a bad nose could not smell a foole.
_Hor._ He will disclose himselfe without inquirie.
_Ham._ Beleeue me _Horatio_, my hart is on the sodaine
Very sore, all here about.
_Hor._ My lord, forbeare the challenge then. 40
_Ham._ No _Horatio_, not I, if danger be now,
Why then it is not to come, theres a predestiuate prouidence
in the fall of a sparrow: heere comes the King.
_Enter King, Queene, Leartes, Lordes._
_King_ Now sonne _Hamlet_, we hane laid vpon your head,
And make no question but to haue the best. 45
_Ham._ Your maiestie hath laide a the weaker side.
_King._ We doubt it not, deliuer them the foiles.
_Ham._ First Leartes, heere's my hand and loue,
Protesting that I neuer wrongd _Leartes_.
If _Hamlet_ in his madnesse did amisse, 50
That was not _Hamlet_, but his madnes did it,
And all the wrong I e're did to _Leartes_,
I here proclaime was madnes, therefore lets be at peace,
And thinke I haue shot mine arrow o're the house,
And hurt my brother. 55
_Lear._ Sir I am satisfied in nature,
But in termes of honor I'le stand aloofe,
And will no reconcilement,
Till by some elder maisters of our time
I may be satisfied. 60
_King_ Giue them the foyles.
_Ham._ I'le be your foyle Leartes, these foyles,
Haue all a laught, come on sir: _a hit._
_Lear._ No none. _Heere they play:_
_Ham._ Iudgement. 65
_Gent._ A hit, a most palpable hit.
_Lear._ Well, come againe. _They play againe._
_Ham._ Another. Iudgement.
_Lear._ I, I grant, a tuch, a tuch.
_King_ Here _Hamlet_, the king doth drinke a health to thee 70
_Queene_ Here _Hamlet_, take my napkin, wipe thy face.
_King_ Giue him the wine.
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