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Judgment. Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit. Laer.
Well, - again. King. Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine; Here's to thy health. - Give him the cup.
[Trumpets sound ; and cannon shot off within. Ham. I'd play this bout first; set it by awhile. Come. ---Another hit; what say you? [They play. Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess. King. Our son shall win. Queen.
He's fat, and scant of breath.-
Ham. Good madam,-
Gertrude, do not drink.
I do not think it. Laer. 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 afraid you make a wanton of me. Laer. Say you so? come on.
[They play. Osr. Nothing neither way. Laer. Have at you now. [LAERTES wounds HAMLET, then, in scuffling, they
change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES. King.
Part them; they are incensed. Ham. Nay, come again.
[The Queen falls. Osr.
Look to the queen there, ho! Hor. They bleed on both sides ; -how is it, my lord ? Osr. How is't, Laertes ?
Laer. Why, as the woodcock to mine own springe, Osric; I am justly killed with mine own treachery.
Ham. How does the queen ?
She swoons to see them bleed. Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink,–O my dear Hamlet! The drink, the drink;—I am poisoned ! [Dies.
Ham. O villany!-Ho! let the door be locked. Treachery! seek it out.
[LAERTES falls. Laer. It is here, Hamlet; Hamlet, thou art slain; No medicine 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. Ham.
The point Envenomed too!— Then, venom, to thy work.
[Stabs the King Osr. and Lords. Treason! treason ! King. O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt.
Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion.—Is the union here? Follow my mother.
[King dies. Laer.
He is justly served;
Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
Never believe it;
As thou’rt a man,-
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
What warlike noise is this?
0, I die, Horatio ; The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit. I cannot live to hear the news from England; But I do prophesy the election lights On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice; So tell him, with the occurrents, more or less, Which have solicited, The rest is silence. [Dies. Hor. Now cracks a noble heart.— Good night, sweet
prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest ! Why does the drum come hither? [March within. Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and others. Fort. Where is this sight? Hor.
What is it you would see? If aught of woe, or wonder, cease your search.
Fort. This quarry cries on havoc !-O proud death!
The sight is dismal;
Not from his mouth,
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fort. Let us haste to hear it,
Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
Let four captains
[A dead march. [Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which
a peal of ordnance is shot off within.