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King. Give them the foils, young Osrick.- Cou
sin Hamlet, You know the wager? Ham.
Very well, my lord; Your grace hath laid the odds o’the weaker side.
King. I do not fear it; I have seen you both:But since he's better'd, we have therefore odds.
Laer. This is too heavy, let me see another. Ham. This likes me well: These foils have all a length?
[They prepare to play. Osr. Ay, my good lord. King. Set me the stoups of wine upon that ta
Ham. Come on, sir.
Come, my lord. [They play.
Judgment Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit. Laer.
King. Stay, give me drink: Hamlet, this pearl is
thine; 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 a-while. Come.—Another hit; What say you? [They play.
Laer. A toych, a touch, I do confess.
He's fat, and scant of breath.— Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows: The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
Ham. Good madam,---
Gertrude, do not drink. Queen. I will, my lord;-I pray you, pardon me. King. It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.
[Aside. Ham. I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by. Queen. Come, let me wipe thy face. Laer. My lord, I'll hit him now. King.
I do not think it. Laer. And yet it is almost against my
[Aside. Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes: You do
I pray you, pass with your best violence;
Laer. Say you so? come on. [They play.
[Laertes wounds Hamlet; then, in scuffling,
they change rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes.
Part them, they are incens'd.
Ham. Nay, come again.
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,
I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
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! [Dies. 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,
Envenom'd too!-Then, venom, to thy work.
Osr.& Lords. Treason! treason!
Drink off this potion: Is the union here?
[King dies. Laer.
He is justly serv'd; It is a poison temper'd by himself. — Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: Mine and my father's death come not upon thee; ; Nor thine on me!
Never believe it;
As thou’rt a man, Give me the
let go; by heaven, I'll have it.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 a-while, 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
To the ambassadors of England gives
O, I die, Horatio;
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? If aught of woe, or wonder, cease your search. Fort. This quarry cries on havock!~0 proud
death! What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes, at a shot, So bloodily hast struck? 1 Amb.
The sight is dismal; And our affairs from England come too late: The ears are senseless, that should give us hearing, To tell him, his commandment is fulfillid, That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Where should we have our thanks? Hor.
Not from his mouth,