Laer. It is heere Hamlet, thou art slaine, Ham. The point enuenom'd to, then venom to thy worke. King. O yet defend me friends, I am but hurt. Ham. Here thou inceftious damned Dane, Drinke of this potion, is the onixe heere? Follow my mother. Laer. He is iuftly ferued, it is a poyfon temperd by himfefe. Exchange forgiuenes with me noble Hamlet, Mine and my fathers death come not vppon thee, Ham. Heauen make thee free of it, I follow thee; You that looke pale and tremble at this chance, Hora. Neuer beleeue it; I am more an antike Romane then a Dane, Ham. As th'art a man, Giue me the cup, let goe, by heauen Ile hate, O God O God Horatio! what a wounded name Things standing thus vnknowne, fhall I leaue behind me ? Abfent thee from felicity a while, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in paine A march a farre off To tell my story: what warlike noife is this? Enter Oftrick. Ofr. Young Fortinbraffe with conqueft come from Poland, Th th'embaffadors of England giues this warlike volly. Ham. O I die Horatio, The potent poyfon quite ore-growes my fpirit, I cannot liue to heare the newes from England. Hlra. Now cracks a noble heart, good night sweet prince, And flights of angels finge thee to thy reft, Why dooes the drumme come hether? Enter Fortinbraffe, with the embassadors. Fortin. Where is this fight? Hora. What is it you would fee? If ought of woe, or wonder, cease your search Fortin. This quarry cries on hauock, O proud death What feast is toward in thine eternall cell, That thou fo many princes at a fhot So bloudily haft ftrooke? Embaf. The fight is difmall And And our affaires from England come too late, That Rofencraus and Guyldenftirne are dead, Hora. Not from his mouth Had it th' ability of life to thanke you ; He neuer gaue commandement for their death; And let mee fpeake, to the yet vnknowing world Of accidentall iulgements, cafuall flaughters, Falne on the inuenters heads: all this can I Fort. Let vs haft to heare it, And call the nobleft to the audience, For me with forrow I embrace my fortune, Hora. Of that I shall haue alfo caufe to fpeake, Euen while mens mindes are wilde, least more mischance Fort. Let foure captaines * My first copy was imperfect from this place. Beare Beare Hamlet like a fouldier to the stage, To haue prooued most royall; and for his passage, Take vp the bodies, fuch a fight as this, Becomes the field, but heere fhowes much amiffe. FIN I S. Exeunt. |