Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane, Follow my mother. [Stabs the KING, who dies. Laer. He is justly serv'd.- [He dies. Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.- Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright 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! 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, [He dies. Hor. Now cracks a noble heart: Good night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!- 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, 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. |