Hamlet
I’ll play this bout first; set it by awhile. Come. Another hit; what say you?
They play.
Laertes
A touch, a touch, I do confess.
King
Our son shall win.
Queen
He’s fat, and scant of breath.
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows:
The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
Hamlet
Good madam!
King
Gertrude, do not drink.
Queen
I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.
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.