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Ham. Give me your pardon, sir : I have done you
I am satisfied in nature,
I embrace it freely;
Come, one for me.
You mock me, sir. Ham. No, by this hand.
King. Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin
Very well, my lord;
King. I do not fear it: I have seen you both.
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 table :
Ham. Come on, sir.
Come on, sir. [They play Ham.
Judgment. Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit. Laer.
Well,-again. 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 awhile. Come.—Another hit; What say you ? [They play.
a Union-a very rich pearl.
Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess.
He's fat, and scant of breath.
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. [Asiile. Ham. I dare not driuk 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 conscience.
[Aside. Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes : You but dally; I pray you, pass with your best violence; I am afeard you make a wanton of me. Laer. Say you so ? come on.
[They play. Osr. Nothing neither way. Laer. Have at you now. (LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then, in scuffling,
they change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds
Part them, they are incens’d. Ham. Nay, come again. s The Queen falls. Osr.
Look to the queen there, ho !
Ham. How does the queen ?
She swoons to see them bleed. Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink,—0 my dear
Ham. O villainy !-How? Let the door be lock'd : Treachery! seek it out.
Ham. The point
[Stabs the King.
Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane.
[King dies. Laer.
He is justly served ;
Never believe it.
As thou 'rt a man,
O, good Horatio, what a wounded name,
[March afar off, and shot within.
What warlike noise is this? Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from To the ambassadors of England gives [Poland, This warlike volley. Ham.
0, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit; I cannot live to hear the news from England; But I do prophesy the election lights On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice ; So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, Which have solicited. The rest is silence. [Dies.
Hor. Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest ! [prince; Why does the drum come hither ? [March within. Enter ForTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and
others. Fort. Where is this sight? Hor.
What is it
ye would see
? If aught of woe, or wonder, cease your search.
Fort. This quarry cries on havoc.-O proud death!
The sight is dismal;
Not from his mouth, Had it the ability of life to thank you ;