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semblable is his mirrour; and, who else would trace him, his umbrage, nothing more.
Osr. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.
Ham. The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the gentleman in our more rawer breath?
Hor. Is’t not possible to understand in another tongue? You will do’t, sir, really.
Ham. What imports the nomination of this gentleman?
Osr. Of Laertes ?
is empty already; all his golden words are spent.
Ham. Of him, sir.
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 iniputation laid on him by them, in his meed he's un fellow'd.
Ham. What's his weapon?
Osr. The king, sir, hath wager'd with him six Barbary horses: against the which he has impawn’d, 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 margent, 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 impawn'd, as you call it?
Osr. The king, sir, hath lay'd, that in a dozen passes between yourself and him, he shall not exceed
you three hits; he hath laid, on twelve for nine; and it 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
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 suck'd 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 winnow'd 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
Lord. The king, and queen, and all are coming down.
Han. In happy time.
Lord. The queen desires you, to use some gentle entertainment to Laertes, before you fall to play.
Ham. She well instructs me. [Exit Lord. Hor. You will lose this wager, my
Ham. I do not think so; since he went into France, I have been in continual practice; I shall win at the odds. But 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 gain-giving, as would, perhaps, trouble a woman.
Hor. If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will forestal 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?'tis 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, fc. 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 have done
you wrong; But pardon it, as you are a gentleman. This presence knows, and you must needs have
Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
I am satisfied in nature,
I embrace it freely;
Come, one for me.
You mock me, sir.