Page 369 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

HAMLET

Good madam.

KING
Gertrude, do not drink.

QUEEN
I will, my lord, I pray you pardon me. [295]
She drinks [and offers the cup to Hamlet].

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 it is almost against my conscience. [300]

HAMLET
Come for the third, Laertes. You do but dally.
I pray you pass with your best violence.

I am afeard you make a wanton of me.

LAERTES

Say you so? Come on.
They play.