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Unbated and envenomed: the fonl practice
Ham. The point envenomed too?
All. Treason, treason.
Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Drink off this potion: is the Union here? [Dane, Follow my mother.
[King diese Laer. He is justly ferved. It is a poison tempered by himself. Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet; Mine and my father's death come not on thee, Nor thine on me!
[Dies, Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. I'm dead, Horatio; wretched Queen, adieu ! You that look pale, and tremble at this chance, That are but mutes or audience to this act,