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[Sidenote: 266] Qu. He's fat, and scant of breath.[1]
Heere's a Napkin, rub thy browes,
[Sidenote: Heere Hamlet take my napkin]
The Queene Carowses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
Ham. Good Madam.[2]
King. Gertrude, do not drinke.
Qu. I will my Lord; I pray you pardon me.[3]
[Sidenote: 222]King. It is the poyson'd Cup, it is too late.[4]
Ham. I dare not drinke yet Madam, By and by.[5]
Qu. Come, let me wipe thy face.[6]
Laer. My Lord, Ile hit him now.
King. I do not thinke't.