QUEEN.
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.
KING.
Gertrude, do not drink.
QUEEN.
I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me.
KING.
[Aside.] It is the poison’d cup; it is too late.
HAMLET.
I dare not drink yet, madam. By and by.
QUEEN.
Come, let me wipe thy face.
LAERTES.
My lord, I’ll hit him now.
KING.
I do not think’t.
LAERTES.
[Aside.] And yet ’tis almost ’gainst my conscience.