TEXT:
HAMLET
Come on, sir.
LAERTES
Come, my lord.
They play
Hamlet hits Laertes
HAMLET
One.
LAERTES
No.
HAMLET
Judgment.
OSRIC
A hit, a very palpable hit.
LAERTES
Well; again.
CLAUDIUS
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. Come.
They play
Another hit; what say you?
LAERTES
A touch, a touch, I do confess.
CLAUDIUS
Our son shall win.
GERTRUDE
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!
CLAUDIUS
Gertrude, do not drink.
GERTRUDE
I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.
CLAUDIUS
[Aside] It is the poisoned cup: it is too late.