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And in the cup a union shall he throw,
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
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.
And you, the judges, bear a wary eye. ·
Ham. Come on, sir.
Laer. Come, my lord. They play.
Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.
[Drums and Trumpets,-Cannon.
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
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.
Laer. I'll hit him now:
And yet it is almost against my conscience.
Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes:-You do but dally;
I pray you, pass with your best violence;
[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,
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.
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!—
Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane, [Stabs the KING, who dies.
Follow my mother.
Laer. He is justly serv'd.—
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;
[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!
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
The potent poison quite o'ergrows my spirit :-
[He dies. -Good night,
Hor. Now cracks a noble heart:-
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
High on a stage be placed to the view;
How these things came about.
Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage,
Take up the bodies:-Such a sight as this
[A Dead March.-Exeunt.