Hamlet: Come on, sir.
Laertes: Come, my lord.
[They play and Hamlet scores a hit]
Hamlet: One.
Laertes: No.
Hamlet: Judgment.
Osric: A hit, a very palpable hit .
Laertes: Well, again.
King: Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine,
Here's to thy health! Give him the cup.