3735Giue me the Cups,

3736And let the Kettle to the Trumpets speake,

3737The Trumpet to the Cannoneer without,

3738The Cannons to the Heauens, the Heauen to Earth,

3739Now the King drinkes to Hamlet. Come, begin,

3740And you the Iudges beare a wary eye.

3741Ham. Come on sir.

3742Laer. Come on sir. They play.

3743Ham. One.

3744Laer. No.

3745Ham. Iudgement.

3746Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.

3747Laer. Well: againe.

3748King. Stay, giue me drinke.

3749Hamlet, this Pearle is thine,

3750Here's to thy health. Giue him the cup,

3752Ham. Ile play this bout first, set by a-while.

3753Come: Another hit; what say you?

3754Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confesse.

3755King. Our Sonne shall win.

3756Qu. He's fat, and scant of breath.

3757Heere's a Napkin, rub thy browes,

3758The Queene Carowses to thy fortune, Hamlet.

3759Ham. Good Madam.

3760King. Gertrude, do not drinke.

3761Qu. I will my Lord;

3762I pray you pardon me.

3763King. It is the poyson'd Cup, it is too late.

3764Ham. I dare not drinke yet Madam,

3765By and by.

3766Qu. Come, let me wipe thy face.

3767Laer. My Lord, Ile hit him now.

3768King. I do not thinke't.

3769Laer. And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.

3770Ham. Come for the third.

3771Laertes, you but dally,

3772I pray you passe with your best violence,

3773I am affear'd you make a wanton of me.

3774Laer. Say you so? Come on. Play.

3775Osr. Nothing neither way.

3776Laer. Haue at you now.

3778King. Part them, they are incens'd.

3779Ham. Nay come, againe.

3780Osr. Looke to the Queene there hoa.

3781Hor. They bleed on both sides. How is't my Lord?

3782Osr. How is't Laertes?

3783Laer. Why as a Woodcocke

3784To mine Sprindge, Osricke,

3785I am iustly kill'd with mine owne Treacherie.

3786Ham. How does the Queene?

3787King. She sounds to see them bleede.

3788Qu. No, no, the drinke, the drinke.

3789Oh my deere Hamlet, the drinke, the drinke,

3790I am poyson'd.

3791Ham. Oh Villany! How? Let the doore be lock'd.

3792Treacherie, seeke it out.

3793Laer. It is heere Hamlet.

3794Hamlet, thou art slaine,

3795No Medicine in the world can do thee good.

3796In thee, there is not halfe an houre of life;

3797The Treacherous Instrument is in thy hand,

3798Vnbated and envenom'd: the foule practise

3799Hath turn'd it selfe on me. Loe, heere I lye,

3800Neuer to rise againe: Thy Mothers poyson'd:

3801I can no more, the King, the King's too blame.

3802Ham. The point envenom'd too,

3803Then venome to thy worke.

3805All. Treason, Treason.

3806King. O yet defend me Friends, I am but hurt.

3807Ham. Heere thou incestuous, murdrous,

3808Damned Dane,

3809Drinke off this Potion: Is thy Vnion heere?

3810Follow my Mother. King Dyes.

3811Laer. He is iustly seru'd.

3812It is a poyson temp'red by himselfe:

3813Exchange forgiuenesse with me, Noble Hamlet;

3814Mine and my Fathers death come not vpon thee,

3815Nor thine on me. Dyes.

3816Ham. Heauen make thee free of it, I follow thee.

3817I am dead Horatio, wretched Queene adiew,

3818You that looke pale, and tremble at this chance,

3819That are but Mutes or audience to this acte:

3820Had I but time (as this fell Sergeant death

3821Is strick'd in his Arrest) oh I could tell you.

3822But let it be: Horatio, I am dead,

3823Thou liu'st, report me and my causes right

3824To the vnsatisfied.

3825Hor. Neuer beleeue it.

3826I am more an Antike Roman then a Dane:

3827Heere's yet some Liquor left.

3828Ham. As th'art a man, giue me the Cup.

3829Let go, by Heauen Ile haue't.

3830Oh good Horatio, what a wounded name,

3831(Things standing thus vnknowne) shall liue behind me.

3832If thou did'st euer hold me in thy heart,

3833Absent thee from felicitie awhile,

3834And in this harsh world draw thy breath in paine,

3835To tell my Storie.

3837What warlike noyse is this?

3839Osr. Yong Fortinbras, with conquest come frõ Poland

3840To th' Ambassadors of England giues rhis warlike volly.

3841Ham. O I dye Horatio:

3842The potent poyson quite ore-crowes my spirit,

3843I cannot liue to heare the Newes from England,

3844But I do prophesie th'election lights

3845On Fortinbras, he ha's my dying voyce,

3846So tell him with the occurrents more and lesse,

3847Which haue solicited. The rest is silence. O, o, o, o. Dyes

3848Hora. Now cracke a Noble heart:

3849Goodnight sweet Prince,

3850And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest,

3851Why do's the Drumme come hither?

3854Fortin. Where is this sight?

3855Hor. What is it ye would see;

3856If ought of woe, or wonder, cease your search.

3857For. His quarry cries on hauocke. Oh proud death,

3858What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell.

3859That thou so many Princes, at a shoote,

3860So bloodily hast strooke.

3861Amb. The sight is dismall,

3862And our affaires from England come too late,

3863The eares are senselesse that should giue vs hearing,

3864To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd,

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