Ham. Good madam!——
[Trumpets sound.]
King.　　　　　　　　　　　Gertrude, do not drink.
Queen. I have, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.
King. It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.
[Aside.]
Laer. I'll hit him now
And yet it is almost against my conscience.
[Aside.]
Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes: You do but dally;
I pray you, pass with your best violence;
I am afeard you make a wanton of me.[75]
Laer. Say you so? come on.
[They play.]
[LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then, in scuffling they change