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Here's to thy health.-Give him the cup.
[Trumpets sound; and cannon shot off within. Ham. I'll play this bout first, set it by awhile. Come.—Another hit; What say you? [They play.
Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess.
Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath.
Ham. Good madam, -
[Aside. Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes: You do but
pray you, pass with your best violence; I am afeard, 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 incens’d. 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 a woodcock to my own springe, Osric;
I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
Ham. How does the queen?
King. She swoons to see them bleed.
Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink,-O my dear Hamlet!
The drink, the drink;-I am poison'd!
Ham. O villainy!-Ho! let the door be lock'd: 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 envenom'd: the foul practice Hath turn'd itself on me; lo, here I lie, Never to rise again. Thy mother's poison'd; I can no more; the king, the king's to blame. Ham. The point
Envenom'd too!-Then, venom, to thy work.
[Stabs the King.
Osr. & Lords. Treason! treason!
King. O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt. Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous damned
Drink off this potion :-Is the union here?
Laer. He is justly serv'd;
It is a poison temper'd by himself.-
Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
Hor. Never believe it;
Ham. As thou'rt a man,
O God !-Horatio, what a wounded name,
, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me? If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story:
[March afar off, and shot within.
What warlike noise is this? Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from
Ham. O, I die, Horatio ;
So tell him, with the occurrents, more or less,
[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?
Fort. This quarry cries on havock !-O proud death!
1 Amb. The sight is dismal;
Hor. Not from his mouth,
Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause;
Fort. Let us haste to hear it,
Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
Fort. Let four captains
[A dead march. [Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which, a
peal of ordnance is shot off.
END OF VOLUME ELEVENTH.
Printed by James Ballantyne.