Puslapio vaizdai
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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:
If Hamlet give the firft, or second hit,
Or quit in anfwer of a third exchange,
Let all the Battlements their Ordnance fire.
The King fhall drink to Hamlet's better breath,
And in the Cup an Union fhall he throw
Richer than that, which four fucceffive 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,

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,
King. It is the poifon'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.

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?
Ofr. How is't Laertes ?

Laer. Why, as a Woodcock to my Sprindge, Ofrick,
I am juftly kill'd with mine own treachery.

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:
Treachery feek it out-

Laer. It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art flain,
No Medicine in the World can do thee good.
In thee there is not half an hour of life;
The treacherous Inftrument is in thy hand,
Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practice
Hath turn'd it self on me. Lo, here I lye,
Never to rife again; thy Mother's poifon'd;
I can no more-the King, the King's to blame.
Ham. The point envenom'd too,

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;
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&t,
Had I but time, (as this fell Serjeant Death
Is ftrict in his Arreft) oh I could tell
But let it be Horatio, I am dead,
Thou liv'ft, report me and my causes right
To the unfatisfied.

Hor. Never believe it.

you,

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 ftanding thus unknown, fhall 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.

[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.
But I do prophefie th' election lights

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,
Fort. This quarry cries on Havock.

Oh proud death!

What Feaft is toward in thine eternal Cell,

That thou fo many Princes at a fhoot,
So bloodily haft ftruck?

Amb. The fight is difmal,

And our Affairs from England come too late,
The Ears are fenfelefs that thould give us hearing;
To tell him his Command'ment is fulfill'd,
That Rofener aus and Guildenstern are dead:
Where thould 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 fince fo jump upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack Wars, and you from England
Are here arriv'd: Give order that thefe Bodies
High on a Stage be placed to the view,
And let me fpeak to th' yet unknowing World,
How these things came about. So fhall you hear
Of cruel, bloody, and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgments, cafual flaughters,
Of Deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd caufe,
And in this up hot, purposes miftook,

Fall'n on the Inventors Heads, All this can I
Truly deliver,

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,
Which now to claim, my vantage doth

Invite me.

Hor. Of that I fhall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whofe Voice will draw no more:
But let this fame be prefently perform'd,

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,
For he was likely, had he been put on,

To have prov'd moft royally: and for his paffage,
The Soldiers Mufick, and the rites of War

Speak loudly for him.

Take up the Body; Such a fight as this,

Becomes the Field, but here fhews much amifs.
Go, bid the Soldiers fhoot.

[Exeunt Marching: after which, a Peal of Ordnance are Shot off.

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