I am satisfied in nature, Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most To my revenge: but in my terms of honour I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement, Till by some elder masters, of known honour, I have a voice and precedent of peace, To keep my name ungored. But till that time, I do receive your offer’d love like love, And will not wrong it.

I embrace it freely; And will this brother’s wager frankly play. Give us the foils. Come on.

I’ll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance Your skill shall, like a star i’ the darkest night, Stick fiery off indeed.

Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet, You know the wager?

Very well, my lord; Your grace hath laid the odds o’ the weaker side.