unbated

No place indeed should murder sanctuarize ;
Revenge should have no bounds . But , good Laertes ,
Will you do this ? Keep close within your chamber .
Hamlet , returned , shall know you are come home .
We’ll put on those shall praise your excellence
And set a double varnish on the fame
The Frenchman gave you ; bring you , in fine ,
together
And wager on your heads . He , being remiss ,
Most generous , and free from all contriving ,
Will not peruse the foils , so that with ease ,
Or with a little shuffling , you may choose
A sword unbated , and in a pass of practice
Requite him for your father .

It is here , Hamlet . Hamlet , thou art slain .
No med’cine in the world can do thee good .
In thee there is not half an hour’s life .
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand ,
Unbated and envenomed . The foul practice
Hath turned itself on me . Lo , here I lie ,
Never to rise again . Thy mother’s poisoned .
I can no more . The King , the King’s to blame .

That ever holds . Who riseth from a feast
With that keen appetite that he sits down ?
Where is the horse that doth untread again
His tedious measures with the unbated fire
That he did pace them first ? All things that are ,
Are with more spirit chasèd than enjoyed .
How like a younger or a prodigal
The scarfèd bark puts from her native bay ,
Hugged and embracèd by the strumpet wind ;
How like the prodigal doth she return
With overweathered ribs and raggèd sails ,
Lean , rent , and beggared by the strumpet wind !