Laer. You mocke me Sir
Ham. No by this hand
King. Giue them the Foyles yong Osricke,
Cousen Hamlet, you know the wager
Ham. Verie well my Lord,
Your Grace hath laide the oddes a'th' weaker side
King. I do not feare it,
I haue seene you both:
But since he is better'd, we haue therefore oddes
Laer. This is too heauy,
Let me see another
Ham. This likes me well,
These Foyles haue all a length.
Prepare to play.
Osricke. I my good Lord
King. Set me the Stopes of wine vpon that Table:
If Hamlet giue the first, or second hit,
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
Let all the Battlements their Ordinance fire,
The King shal drinke to Hamlets better breath,
And in the Cup an vnion shal he throw
Richer then that, which foure successiue Kings
In Denmarkes Crowne haue worne.
Giue me the Cups,
And let the Kettle to the Trumpets speake,
The Trumpet to the Cannoneer without,
The Cannons to the Heauens, the Heauen to Earth,
Now the King drinkes to Hamlet. Come, begin,
And you the Iudges beare a wary eye