Shall I deliver this message then, my lord?
HAMLET
With whatever flourish you care to add.
OSRIC
At your service.
(Osric bows/exits.)
Look at that strange little bird run off with his shell stuck
atop his head.
HAMLET
No doubt he bowed to his mother's tit before he sucked. Like
so many this day and age, only capable of thinking and
speaking what they've been told; press for an original
thought or reply of any depth and their bubble's burst.
(Beat.)
HORATIO
I'm afraid you'll lose this match, my lord.
HAMLET
I don't think so. Since Laertes went to France, I've been in
continual practice. At the least, I'll beat the odds. It's
nothing really, but you wouldn't think I'd feel as uneasy as
I do about this.
HORATIO
But my lord--
HAMLET
The foolish type of thing that would trouble a woman.
HORATIO
If things do not sit right, don't ignore them. I'll go and
stall the court from coming.
HAMLET
No. I defy fearful premonition. Every sparrow has its fixed
moment of when it will fall; if not now, then later; if not
later, then now: the readiness for it is all that matters.
Let it be.
(A LORD approaches.)
LORD
My lord, you majesty has received your reply from young
Osric, and would like to know if you are ready to compete
now, or if you wish more time.
HAMLET
The match may take place at the king's pleasure. Now or
whenever, provided I'm as fit as I am this moment.
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