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- [The Queen dies Ham. O villainy!-Ho! let the door be lock'd: Treachery! seek it out. 651 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. All. Treason! treason! [Stabs the King. 660 King. O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt. Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion :-Is the union here? Follow my mother. Laer. He is justly serv'd; It is a poison temper'd by himself. 3 [King dies. Exchange Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet : Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. Hor. Never believe it ; I am more an antique Roman than a Dane, Ham. As thou'rt a man, 680 Give me the cup; 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, 6ga Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, To the embassadors of England gives This warlike volley. Ham. O, I die, Horatio; The The potent poison quite o'ergrows my spirit; On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice: So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, Which chave solicited,-The rest is silence. [Dies Hor. Now cracks a noble heart :-Good night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest 701 Why does the drum come hither? Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Embassadors, and others. Fort. Where is this sight? Hor. What is it, you would see? If aught of woe, or wonder, cease your search. death! What feast is toward in thine infernal cell, That thou so many princes, at a shot, So bloodily hast struck? Emb. The sight is dismal;] And our affairs from England come too late : 710 The ears are senseless, that should give us hearing, To tell him, his commandment is fulfill'd, That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Where should we have our thanks? Hor. Not from his mouth, Had Had it the ability of life to thank you ; He never gave commandment for their death. You from the Polack wars, and you from England And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world, Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; " Fall'n on the inventors' heads":"all this can I 730 Fort. Let us haste to hear it, And call the noblest to the audience, For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune; Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak, Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mis chance On plots, and errors, happen. Fort. Let four captains Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage; For he was likely, had he been put on, 740 To have prov'd most royally; and, for his passage, The |