Puslapio vaizdai

Ham. This likes me well; TheseFoils have all a length?

[Prepare to Play:
Ofr. Ay, my good Lord.
King. Set me the Stopes of Wine upon that Table:
If Hamlet give the first, or second hit,
Or quit in answer of a third exchange,
Let all the Battlements their Ordnance fire.
The King shall drink to Hamlet's better breath,
And in the Cup an Union shall he throw
Richer than that, which four successive Kings
In Denmark's Crown have worn. Give me the Cups,
And let the Kettle to the Trumpets speak,
The Trupets to the Canoneer without,
The Canons to the Heav'ns, the Heav'n to Earth,
Now the King drinks to Hamlet. Come, begin,
And you the Judges bear a wary Eye.

Ham, Come on, Sir.
Laer. Come on, Sir,

[They play.
Ham. One.
Laer. No,
Ham. Judgment,
Ofr. A hit, a very palpable hit,
Lacr. Well-again-

King. Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this Pearl is thine, Here's to thy health. Give him the Cup.

[Trumpet found, Shot goes off Ham. I'll play this bout first, set it by a while. Come another hit—what say you? [They Play again. .

Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess.
King. Our Son shall win.

Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath.
Here's a Napkin, rub thy brows,
The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet,

Ham. Good Madam
King. 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. [-Afide.
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't.
Laer. And yet ’tis almost 'gainst my Conscience. [Aside,

Ham. Come, for the third. Laertes, you but dally,

pray you pass with your best violence, I am afraid you make a wanton of me.

Laer. Say you fo? Come on.
Ofr. Nothing neither way.

Laer. Have at you now, [Laertes wounds Hamlet, then in scuffling they change Rapiers,

and Hamlet wounds Laertes.
King. Part them, they are incens’d.
Ham. Nay, come again
Ofr. Look to the Queen there, ho !
Hor. They bleed on both sides. How is’t, my Lord?
Ofr. How is't Laertes ?

Laer. Why, as a Woodcock to my Sprindge, Ofrick,
I am justly killd with mine own treachery.

Ham. How does the Queen?
King. She swoons to see them bleed.

Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink
Oh my dear Hamlet, the drink, the drink,-
I am poison'd

[Oneen dies. Ham. Oh Villany! How? Let the door be lock'd: Treachery I feek it out

Laer. It is here, Hamlet. Hambet, thou art slain,
No Medicine in the World can do thee good.
In thee there is not half an hour of life ;
The treacherous Instrument is in thy hand,
Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practice
Hath turn'd it self on me. Lo, here I lye,
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.

[Stabs the King. All. Treason, Treason. King. O yer defend me, Friends, I am but hurt.

Q Ham. Here thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Danc, Drink off this Potion: Is thy Union here? Follow my Mother. Laer. He is juftly servd.


[King dies.

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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.

Ham. Heav'n make thee free of it, I follow thee,
I am dead, Horatio; wretched Queen, adieu.
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but Mutes or audience at this A&,
Had I but time, (as this fell Serjeant Death
Is ftri& in his Arrest) oh I could tell you,
But let it be-Horario, I am dead,
Thou liv'st, report me and my causes right
To the unsatisfitd.

Hor. Never believe it.
I am more an Antique Roman than a Dane;
Here's yet fome Liquor left.

Ham. As th’art a Man, give me the Cup,
Let go, by Heav'n I'll hav't.
Oh, 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,
To tell my story. [March afar off, and momt within.
What warlike noise is this?

Enter Ofrick. Ofr. Young Fortinbras, with Conquest come from Poland, To th’ Ambassadors of England gives this Warlike Volley.

Ham. O, I die, Horatio : The potent poison quite o’er-crows my Spirit, I cannot live to hear the News from England. But I do prophesie th’ele&tion lights On Fortinbras, he has my dying Voice, So tell him with the occurrents more or less, Which have folicited. The rest is filence, 0, 0, 0. [Dies,

Hor. Now cracks a noble Heart ; good Night, sweet Prince; And flights of Angels sing thee to thy reft. Why do's the Drum come hither?



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Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador, with Drum,

Colours, and Attendants,
Fort. Where is the sight?

Hor. What is it you would fee?
If ought of woe or wonder, cease your search,

Fort. This quarry cries on Havock. Oh proud death!
What Feast is toward in thine eternalCell,
That thou so many Princes at a shoot,
So bloodily haft struck?

Amb. The fight 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 Rofener aus and Guildenstern are dead:
Where ihould we have our thanks?

Hor. Not from his mouth,
Had it th’ability of life to thank you :
He never gave Command'ment for their Death.
But since so jump upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack Wars, and you from England
Are here arriv'd: Give order that these Bodies
High on a Srage be placed to the view,
And let me speak to th' yet unknowing World,
How these things came about. So shall you

Of cruel, bloody, and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgments, casual Naughters,
Of Deaths puc on by cunning, and forc'd cause,
And in this upshot, purposes mistook,
Fallin on the Inventors Heads, All this can I
Truly deliver,

Fort. Let us haste to hear it,
And call the Noblest to the Audience.
For me, with sorrow, I embrace my Fortune,
I have some rights of Memory in this Kingdom,
Which now to claim, my vantage doth
Invite me.

Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whose Voice will draw no more:
But let this fame be presently performid,
Even whiles Mens minds are wild, lest more mischance


On plots, and errors happen.

Fort. Let four Captains Bear Hamlet like a Soldier off the Stage, For he was likely, had he been put on, To have prov'd most royally: and for his passage, The Soldiers Musick, and the rites of War Speak loudly for him. Take up the Body: Such a fight as this, Becomes the Field, but here Ñews much amiss. Go, bid the Soldiers shoot. [Exeunt Marching : after which, a Peal of Ordnance are

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