Let’s further think of this; Weigh what convenience both of time and means May fit us to our shape: if this should fail, And that our drift look through our bad performance, ’Twere better not assay’d: therefore this project Should have a back or second, that might hold, If this should blast in proof. Soft! let me see: We’ll make a solemn wager on your cunnings: I ha’t. When in your motion you are hot and dry⁠— As make your bouts more violent to that end⁠— And that he calls for drink, I’ll have prepared him A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping, If he by chance escape your venom’d stuck, Our purpose may hold there.

One woe doth tread upon another’s heel, So fast they follow: your sister’s drown’d, Laertes.