Ham. No, by this hand.
King. Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet,
You know the wager?
Ham. Very well, my lord;
Your grace hath laid the odds o'the weaker side.
King. I do not fear it; I have seen you both:
But since he's better'd,[69] we have therefore odds.
Laer. This is too heavy, let me see another.
Ham. This likes me well. These foils have all a length?
Osr. Ay, my good lord.
King. Set me the stoups of wine[70] upon that table.—[Pages exeunt R. and L.]