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Unbated and envenomed: the fonl practice
Hath turned itself on me. Lo, here I ly,
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 venon do thy work. [Stabs the King.

All. Treason, treason.
King. O yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt.

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,

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