KING. Stay; give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine; Here's to thy health. [Trumpets sound, and cannon shot off within. HAM. I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile. KING. Our son shall win. QUEEN. He's fat, and scant of breath. Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows: KING. Gertrude, do not drink. QUEEN. I will, my Lord; I pray you, pardon me. LAER. My Lord, I'll hit him now. KING. I do not think 't. 290 LAER. [aside.] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience. KING. but dally; 300 [They play. [LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then, in scuffling, they change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES. HAM. Nay, come, again. OSRIC. Part them; they are incens'd. [The QUEEN falls. Look to the Queen there, ho! HORA. They bleed on both sides. How is it, my Lord? OSRIC. How is 't, Laertes? LAER. Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, ACT V Osric; I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. HAM. How does the Queen? KING. She swounds to see them bleed. QUEEN. No, no, the drink, the drink-O my dear Hamlet The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. HAM. O villainy! Ho! let the door be lock❜d! Treachery! seek it out. LAER. It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain; In thee there is not half an hour of life; Never to rise again. Thy mother's poison'd! I can no more. The King, the King's to blame. HAM. The point envenom'd too! Then, Venom, to thy work! ALL Treason! treason! 311 [dies. 320 [stabs the KING. KING. O, yet defend me, Friends! I am but hurt. HAM. Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion! Is thy union here? Follow my mother! LAER. He is justly serv'd; It is a poison temper'd by himself. [KING dies. Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet; Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, HAM. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. 330 [dies. 340 Sc. II ACT V Sc. II I am more an antique Roman than a Dane: HAM. As thou 'rt a man, Give me the cup: let go; by Heaven, I'll have 't. O good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. 350 [March afar off, and shot within. What warlike noise is this? OSRIC. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, So tell him, with the occurrents,1 more and less, [dies. HORA. Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet And our affairs from England come too late : 370 That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Not from his mouth, Where should we have our thanks? hear For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune: And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more: 380 390 Even while men's minds are wild, lest more mischance, FORTIN. Let four captains Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage; To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage, Speak loudly for him. Take up the bodies. Such a sight as this Becomes the field, but here shews much amiss. Go, bid the soldiers shoot. 400 [A dead march. Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies ; 1 i.e. tested in war. VIII LL 261 ACT V |