Ham. This likes me well; ThefeFoils have all a length? Ofr. Ay, my good Lord. [Prepare to Play. King. Set me the Stopes of Wine upon that Table: The Canons to the Heav'ns, the Heav'n to Earth, Ham. Come on, Sir. Laer. Come on, Sir, Ham. One. Laer. No, Ham. Judgment. Ofr. A hit, a very palpable hit, Laer. Well-again [They play. 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 firft, fet it by a while. Come another hit-what fay you? what fay you? Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confefs. King. Our Son shall win. Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath. Here's a Napkin, rub thy brows, [They Play again. The Queen caroufes to thy fortune, Hamlet. Ham. Good Madam King. Gertrude, do not drink. Queen. I will, my Lord; I pray you pardon me, [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. I King. I do not think't. Laer. And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my Confcience. [Afide, Ham. Come, for the third. Laertes, you but dally, pray you pafs with your beft 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. [Play. [Laertes wounds Hamlet, then in fcuffling 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 fides. How is't, my Lord? Laer. Why, as a Woodcock to my Sprindge, Ofrick, Ham. How does the Queen? King. She fwoons to fee them bleed. Queen. No, no, the drink, the drinkOh my dear Hamlet, the drink, the drink,I am poifon'd [Queen dies. Ham. Oh Villany! How? Let the door be lock'd: Laer. It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art flain, Then venom to thy work. All. Treafon, Treafon. [Stabs the King. King. yet defend me, Friends, I am but hurt. Ham. Here thou inceftuous, murd'rous, damned Dane, Drink off this Potion: Is thy Union here? Follow my Mother. Laer. He is juftly ferv'd. Cc 4 [King dies. It It is a poifon temper'd by himself. Exchange forgivenefs with me, Noble Hamlet; Ham. Heav'n make thee free of it, I follow thee, Hor. Never believe it. you, I am more an Antique Roman than a Dane; Ham. As th'art a Man, give me the Cup, Oh, good Horatio, what a wounded name, Absent thee from felicity a while, And in this harsh World draw thy breath in pain, [Diesa [March afar off, and fhout within. What warlike noife is this? Enter Ofrick, Ofr. Young Fortinbras, with Conqueft come from Poland, To th' Ambaffadors of England gives this Warlike Volley. Ham. O, I die, Horatio: The potent poifon quite o'er-crows my Spirit, I cannot live to hear the News from England. On Fortinbras, he has my dying Voice, So tell him with the occurrents more or less, Which have folicited. The reft is filence, O, O, O. [Dies. Hor. Now cracks a noble Heart; good Night, fweet Prince; And flights of Angels fing thee to thy ref. Why do's the Drum come hither? Enter Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador, with Drum, Colours, and Attendants, Fort. Where is the fight? Hor. What is it you would fee? If ought of woe or wonder, ceafe your fearch, Oh proud death! What Feaft is toward in thine eternal Cell, That thou fo many Princes at a fhoot, Amb. The fight is difmal, And our Affairs from England come too late, Hor. Not from his mouth, Had it th' ability of life to thank you : Fall'n on the Inventors Heads, All this can I Fort. Let us hafte to hear it,. And call the Nobleft to the Audience. For me, with forrow, I embrace my Fortune, I have fome rights of Memory in this Kingdom, Invite me. Hor. Of that I fhall have also cause to speak, Even whiles Mens minds are wild, left more mifchance On On plots, and errors happen. Fort. Let four Captains Bear Hamlet like a Soldier off the Stage, To have prov'd moft royally: and for his paffage, Speak loudly for him. Take up the Body; Such a fight as this, Becomes the Field, but here fhews much amifs. [Exeunt Marching: after which, a Peal of Ordnance are Shot off. |