The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_King._ I do not think't.
_Laer._ [_Aside_] And yet it is almost against my conscience.[2333][2336]
_Ham._ Come, for the third, Laertes: you but dally;[2337]
I pray you, pass with your best violence; 285
I am afeard you make a wanton of me.[2338]
_Laer._ Say you so? come on. [_They play._[2339]
_Osr._ Nothing, neither way.
_Laer._ Have at you now!
[_Laertes wounds Hamlet; then, in scuffling, they
change rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes._[2340]
_King._ Part them; they are incensed.
_Ham._ Nay, come, again. [_The Queen falls._
_Osr._ Look to the queen there, ho![2341] 290
_Hor._ They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?[2342]
_Osr._ How is't, Laertes?[2343]
_Laer._ Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric;[2344]
I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.[2345]
_Ham._ How does the queen?
_King._ She swounds to see them bleed.[2346] 295
_Queen._ No, no, the drink, the drink,--O my dear Hamlet,--[2347]
The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. [_Dies._[2347][2348]
_Ham._ O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd:[2349]
Treachery! seek it out.
_Laer._ It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain;[2350] 300
No medicine in the world can do thee good,[2351]
In thee there is not half an hour of life;[2352]
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,[2353]
Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practice[2354]
Hath turn'd itself on me; lo, here I lie,[2355] 305
Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd:[2356]
I can no more: the king, the king's to blame.[2357]
_Ham._ The point envenom'd too![2358][2359][2360]
Then, venom, to thy work. [_Stabs the King._[2358][2360][2361]
_All._ Treason! treason! 310
_King._ O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt.
_Ham._ Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,[2362]
Drink off this potion: is thy union here?[2363]
Follow my mother. [_King dies._[2364]
_Laer._ He is justly served;[2365]
It is a poison temper'd by himself.[2365][2366] 315
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,[2367]
Nor thine on me! [_Dies._[2368]
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