Laertes
My lord, I’ll hit him now.
King
I do not think’t.
Laertes
Aside.
And yet ’tis almost ’gainst my conscience.
Hamlet
Come, for the third, Laertes: you 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.
Osric
Nothing, neither way.
Laertes
Have at you now!
Laertes wounds Hamlet ; then, in scuffling, they change rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes .
King
Part them; they are incensed.
Hamlet
Nay, come, again.
The Queen falls.
Osric
Look to the queen there, ho!