King. Now will I drink to HAMLET. Give him the other cup.
Ham. Nay, your pardon. Sire. I am fat and scant of breath, but I will crush a cup with thee, later!
Queen. Give me the cup. I will drink to thee, HAMLET! [Drinks.
Ghost (as before). I hear the well-remembered voice of thy mother, boy! That makes six. The limit's reached!
Ham. (aside). Rest, perturbed spirit! (Aloud.) And now, good LAERTES, I am at thy service.
[They fight. HAMLET is wounded.
Osric. A hit, a hit, a palpable hit!
Ham. (annoyed). I am hurt, and by thee!
[Fights fiercely and wounds LAERTES.
Queen. Oh! I am poisoned! [Dies.