Osric Lines

HORATIO: Peace! who comes here? [Enter OSRIC]

Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes; believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent differences, of very soft society and great showing.

HAMLET: Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you.

Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.

HAMLET: What imports the nomination of this gentleman?

You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is--

HAMLET: I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to know himself.

I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation laid on him by them, in his meed he's unfellowed.

HAMLET: What's his weapon?

Rapier and dagger.

HAMLET: That's two of his weapons: but, well.

The king, sir, hath wagered 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.

HAMLET: How if I answer 'no'?

I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial.

HAMLET: Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please his majesty, 'tis 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 an I can; if not, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits.

Shall I re-deliver you e'en so?

HAMLET: To this effect, sir; after what flourish your nature will.

I commend my duty to your lordship.

HAMLET: This likes me well. These foils have all a length?

Ay, my good lord.

HAMLET: Judgment.

A hit, a very palpable hit.

LAERTES: Say you so? come on.

Nothing, neither way.

HAMLET: Nay, come, again. [QUEEN GERTRUDE falls]

Look to the queen there, ho!

HORATIO: They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?

How is't, Laertes?

HAMLET: The point!--envenom'd too! Then, venom, to thy work. [Stabs KING CLAUDIUS]

Treason! Treason!

HAMLET: As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't. O good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. March afar off, and shot within. What warlike noise is this?

Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, To the ambassadors of England gives this warlike volley.