LAERTES.
I am satisfied in nature,
Whose motive in this case should stir me most
To my revenge. But in my terms of honour
I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement
Till by some elder masters of known honour
I have a voice and precedent of peace
To keep my name ungor’d. But till that time
I do receive your offer’d love like love,
And will not wrong it.
HAMLET.
I embrace it freely,
And will this brother’s wager frankly play.—
Give us the foils; come on.
LAERTES.
Come, one for me.
HAMLET.
I’ll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignorance
Your skill shall like a star i’ th’ darkest night,
Stick fiery off indeed.
LAERTES.
You mock me, sir.
HAMLET.
No, by this hand.
KING.
Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet,
You know the wager?
HAMLET.
Very well, my lord.
Your Grace has laid the odds o’ the weaker side.
KING.
I do not fear it. I have seen you both;
But since he is better’d, we have therefore odds.
LAERTES.
This is too heavy. Let me see another.