Ham.

One.

Laer.

Ham.

Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.

Laer.

No.

Judgment.

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'd play this bout first; set it by awhile. Come.-Another hit; what say you?

[They play.

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

Queen.
He's fat, and scant of breath.-
Here, Hamlet, take my' 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 poisoned cup; it is too late. [Aside. 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.
Ham. Nay, come again.
Osr.

King.

I do not think it. Laer. And yet it is almost against my conscience.

[Aside.

Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes. You do but dally. I pray you, pass with your best violence; I am afraid you make a wanton of me.

Laer. Say you so? come on.

Osr. Nothing neither way.

Laer. Have at you now.

[LAERTES wounds HAMLET, then, in scuffling, they
change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES.
Part them; they are incensed.
[The Queen falls.

Look to the queen there, ho! Hor. They bleed on both sides;-how is it, my lord? Osr. How is't, Laertes?

[They play.

Laer. Why, as the woodcock to mine own springe, Osric; I am justly killed 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 poisoned!

[Dies.

Ham. O villany!-Ho! let the door be locked. Treachery! seek it out. [LAERTES falls.

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 envenomed. The foul practice
Hath turned itself on me; lo, here I lie,
Never to rise again. Thy mother's poisoned;
I can no more; the king, the king's to blame.
Ham.

The point

Envenomed too!-Then, venom, to thy work. [Stabs the King.

Osr. and Lords. Treason! treason!

King. O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt. Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion.-Is the union here? Follow my mother.

[King dies.

Laer.
He is justly served;
It is a poison tempered by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee;
Nor thine on me!

[Dies.

Ham. Heaven 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 to this act, Had I but time, (as this fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest,) O, I could tell you,— But let it be.-Horatio, I am dead; Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright To the unsatisfied.

Hor.

Never believe it;
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane,
Here's yet some liquor left.

Ham.
As thou'rt a man,-
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 awhile,

And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain
To tell my story.- [March afar off, and shot within.

What warlike noise is this?

Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, To the ambassadors of England gives

This warlike volley.

Ham.

O, I die, Horatio;
The potent poison quite o'ercrows 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 or less,
Which have 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!
Why does the drum come hither? [March within.
Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and others.
Fort. Where is this sight?

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

Fort. This quarry cries on havoc!-O proud death! What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes, at a shot, So bloodily hast struck?

1 Amb.
The sight 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 fulfilled,
That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead:
Where should we have our thanks?

Hor.
Not from his mouth,
Had it the ability of life to thank you;
He never gave commandment for their death.
But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
Are here arrived; give order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view;

And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world,
How these things came about. So shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts;
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters;

Of deaths put on by cunning, and forced cause;

And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fallen 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 on more;
But let this same be presently performed,
Even while men's minds are wild; lest moré mischance
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,

To have proved most royally; and, for his passage,
The soldier's music, and the rites of war,
Speak loudly for him.-

Take up the bodies.- Such a sight as this,
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.

[A dead march. [Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which a peal of ordnance is shot off within.

OTHELLO, THE MOOR OF VENICE.