Believe me, it grieves me much, Horatio,

17.235802085That to Laertes I forgot myself;

17.335812086For by myself methinks I feel his grief,

17.43581.12087Though there's a difference in each other's wrong.

17.535882089Horatio, but mark yon water-fly.

17.63588.12090The Court knows him, but he knows not the Court.

Now God save thee, sweet prince Hamlet!

And you, sir. [Aside to Horatio] Foh, how the musk-cod smells!

I come with an embassage from his majesty to you.

I shall, sir, give you attention.

17.1136002095By my troth, methinks 'tis very cold.

It is indeed very rawish cold.

'Tis hot, methinks.

Very swoltery hot.

17.15 36062099The King, sweet Prince, hath laid a wager on your side:

17.1636162100Six Barbary horse against six French rapiers,

17.1736182101With all their accoutrements too, o'the carriages.

17.1836202102In good faith, they are very curiously wrought.

The carriages, sir? I do not know what you mean.

The girdles and hangers, sir, and such like.

The word had been more cousin-german to the 36252106phrase if he could have carried the cannon by his side.

17.2236292107And how's the wager? I understand you now.

Marry, sir, that young Laertes in twelve venies

17.2436312109At rapier and dagger do not get three odds of you;

17.252110And on your side the King hath laid,

17.2636332111and desires you to be in readiness.

Very well. If the King dare venture his wager,

17.282113I dare venture my skull. When must this be?

My lord, presently. The King and her majesty,

17.303657.102115With the rest of the best judgment in the Court,

17.313657.112116Are coming down into the outward palace.

Go tell his majesty I will attend him.

I shall deliver your most sweet answer.

You may, sir, none better, for y'are spiced!

17.353644.12120Else he had a bad nose could not smell a fool.

He will disclose himself without inquiry.

Believe me, Horatio, my heart is on the sudden

17.382123Very sore all hereabout.

My lord, forbear the challenge, then.

No Horatio, not I. If danger be now,

17.4136692126Why then it is not to come. There's a predestinate providence 2127in the fall of a sparrow. Here comes the King.

Now, son Hamlet, we have laid upon your head,

17.433677.12130And make no question but to have the best.

Your majesty hath laid o'the weaker side.

We doubt it not.--Deliver them the foils.

First, Laertes, here's my hand and love,

17.473678.12134Protesting that I never wronged Laertes.

17.4836862135If Hamlet in his madness did amiss,

17.4936872136That was not Hamlet, but his madness did it,

17.502137And all the wrong I e'er did to Laertes

17.5136842138I here proclaim was madness. Therefore let's be at peace,

17.5236952139And think I have shot mine arrow o'er the house

17.5336962140And hurt my brother.

Sir I am satisfied in nature,

17.5536992142But in terms of honor I'll stand aloof,

17.5637002143And will no reconcilement,

17.5737012144Till by some elder masters of our time

17.583701.12145I may be satisfied.

Give them the foils.

I'll be your foil, Laertes. These foils

17.6137252148Have all a length? Come on, sir. 3742Here they play. A hit!

No, none.

Judgment?

A hit, a most palpable hit.

Well, come again.

Another. Judgment?

Ay, I grant, a touch, a touch.

Here, Hamlet, the King doth drink a health to thee.

Here Hamlet, take my napkin, wipe thy face.

Give him the wine.

Set it by. I'll have another bout first.

17.723752.12159I'll drink anon.

Here, Hamlet, thy mother drinks to thee.

Do not drink, Gertred. [Aside] Oh, 'tis the poisoned cup!

Laertes, come, you dally with me.

17.7637722164I pray you, pass with your most cunning'st play.

Ay? Say you so? Have at you.

17.7837672166I'll hit you now, my lord.

17.79 [Aside] 37692167And yet it goes almost against my conscience.

Come on, sir.

Look to the Queen!

Oh, the drink, the drink, Hamlet, the drink!

Treason, ho! Keep the gates!

How is't, my lord Laertes?

Even as a coxcomb should,

17.8637852176Foolishly slain with my own weapon.

17.8737942177Hamlet, thou hast not in thee half an hour of life;

17.8837972178The fatal instrument is in thy hand,

17.8937982179Unbated and envenomed. Thy mother's poisoned.

17.903798.12180That drink was made for thee.

The poisoned instrument within my hand?

17.9238032182Then, venom, to thy venom. Die, damnèd villain!

17.9338092183Come, drink. Here lies thy union, here!

Oh, he is justly served.

17.9538132185Hamlet, before I die, here take my hand,

17.962186And, withal, my love. I do forgive thee.

And I thee. Oh, I am dead, Horatio. Fare thee well.

No, I am more an antique Roman

17.992189Than a Dane. Here is some poison left.

Upon my love, I charge thee let it go.

17.10138302191Oh, fie, Horatio, an if thou shouldest die,

17.1022192What a scandal wouldst thou leave behind?

17.10338352193What tongue should tell the story of our deaths,

17.1042194If not from thee? Oh, my heart sinks, Horatio.

17.10538472195Mine eyes have lost their sight, my tongue his use.

17.1062196Farewell, Horatio. Heaven receive my soul!

Where is this bloody sight?

If aught of woe or wonder you'd behold,

17.1093856.12201Then look upon this tragic spectacle.

O imperious Death! How many princes

17.11138592203Hast thou at one draught bloodily shot to death!

Our embassy that we have brought from England,

17.11338632205Where be these princes that should hear us speak?

17.1143863.12206Oh, most most unlooked-for time! Unhappy country!

Content yourselves. I'll show to all the ground,

17.11638752208The first beginning of this tragedy.

17.11738732209Let there a scaffold be reared up in the marketplace,

17.1183872.12210And let the state of the world be there,

17.1192211Where you shall hear such a sad story told

17.1203875.12212That never mortal man could more unfold.

I have some rights of memory to this kingdom,

17.12238862214Which now to claim my leisure doth invite me.

17.12338952215Let four of our chiefest captains

17.12438962216Bear Hamlet like a soldier to his grave;

17.12538972217For he was likely, had he lived,

17.12638982218To ha' proved most royal.

17.12739022219Take up the body. Such a sight as this

17.12839032220Becomes the fields, but here doth much amiss.