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OSRIC

I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial.

HAMLET
Sir, I will walk here in the hall. If it please his [170] Majesty, it is the
breathing time of day with me. Let the foils be brought, the gentleman
willing, and the King hold his purpose, I will win for him and I can; if not, I

will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits.

OSRIC
Shall I deliver you so? [175]

HAMLET
To this effect, sir, after what flourish your nature will.

OSRIC
I commend my duty to your lordship.

HAMLET
Yours. [180]
[Exit Osric.]

A does well to commend it himself, there are no tongues else for’s turn.

HORATIO

This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.

HAMLET
A did comply with his dug before a sucked it. Thus has he − and many more
of the same bevy that [185] I know the drossy age dotes on − only got the
tune of the time and, out of an habit of encounter, a kind of yeasty collection,

which carries them through and through the most fanned and winnowed
opinions; and do but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are [190] out.

Enter a Lord.

LORD
My lord, his Majesty commended him to you by young Osric, who brings back