And in the cup a union shall he throw,
Richer than that which four successive kings
In Denmark's crown have worn:

cups;

And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,

Give me the

The cannons to the Heavens, the Heavens to earth, Now the King drinks to Hamlet.

[He drinks. [Drums and Trumpets sound,-Cannons shot off within.

Come begin;

And you, the judges, bear a wary eye. ·

Ham. Come on, sir.

Laer. Come, my lord. They play.

Ham. One.

Laer. No.

Ham. Judgment.

Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.

[Drums and Trumpets,-Cannon.

Laer. Well,-again,—

King. Stay; give me the drink :-Hamlet, this pearl is thine;- [Puts Poison into the Cup.

Here's to thy health.

Give him the cup.

[He pretends to drink.

[Gives the Cup to FRANCISCO.

Ham. I'll play this bout first; set it by a while.

Come.- [They play.] Another hit: What say you? Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess.

King. Our son shall win.

[Talks to MARcellus.

Queen. The queen carouses to thy fortune, Ham

let.

Ham. Good madam,

[The QUEEN drinks.

[Drums and Trumpets,--Cannon.

King. Gertrude, do not drink.

Queen. I have, my lord, I pray you, pardon me.
King. It is the poison'd cup; it is too late. [Aside.

Laer. I'll hit him now:

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 afeard, you make a wanton of me.
Laer. Say you so ? come on.

[They play.-LAERTES wounds HAMLET: then, in scuffling, they change Foils. King. Part them, they are incens'd. Ham. Nay, come again.

[HAMLET wounds LAERTES, who falls. Queen. 0, 0, 0!— [She swoons. Osr. Look to the queen there, ho! Hor. How is it, my lord?

Osr. How is't, Laertes?

Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe,

Osrick;

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.

[She dies.

Ham. O villainy!-Ho! let the door be lock'd: Treachery! seek it out.

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!—

I

Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane, [Stabs the KING, who dies.

Follow my mother.

Laer. He is justly serv'd.—
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:
Mine and my father's death come not upon
Nor thine on me!-

Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.You that look pale and tremble at this chance, That are but mutes or audience to this act, Had I but time,-as this fell serjeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest,-O, I could tell you,But let it be :-Horatio, I am dead; Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright To the unsatisfied.

Hor. Never believe't;

thee;

[He dies.

[Takes the Cup from FRANCISCO. I am more an antique Roman than a Dane,— Here's yet some liquor left.

Ham. As thou'rt a man,

[Snatches the Cup. Give me the cup; let go; by Heaven, I'll have it.— O, good 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 a while,

And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.O, I die, Horatio!-

The potent poison quite o'ergrows my spirit :-
The rest is silence.-

[He dies. -Good night,

Hor. Now cracks a noble heart:-
sweet prince;

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Give order, that these bodies

High on a stage be placed to the view;
And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world,

How these things came about.

Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
For he was likely, had he been put on,

To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage,
The soldiers' music, and the rites of war,
Speak loudly for him.-

Take up the bodies:-Such a sight as this
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.

[A Dead March.-Exeunt.

THE END.