King (cont.)
’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.
Queen
One woe doth tread upon another’s heel,
So fast they follow: your sister’s drown’d, Laertes.
Laertes
Drown’d! O, where?