_Ham._ Set it by, I'le haue another bowt first, I'le drinke anone. _Queene_ Here _Hamlet_, thy mother drinkes to thee. 75 _Shee drinkes._ _King_ Do not drinke _Gertred_: O t'is the poysned cup! _Ham._ _Leartes_ come, you dally with me, I pray you passe with your most cunningst play. _Lear._ I! say you so? haue at you, He hit you now my Lord: 80 And yet it goes almost against my conscience. _Ham._ Come on sir. _They catch one anothers Rapiers, and both are wounded, Leartes falles downe, the Queene falles downe and dies._ _King_ Looke to the Queene. _Queene_ O the drinke, the drinke, _Hamlet_, the drinke. _Ham._ Treason, ho, keepe the gates. 85 _Lords_ How ist my Lord _Leartes_? _Lear._ Euen as a coxcombe should, Foolishly slaine with my owne weapon: _Hamlet_, thou hast not in thee halfe an houre of life, The fatall Instrument is in thy hand. 90 Vnbated and invenomed: thy mother's poysned That drinke was made for thee. _Ham._ The poysned Instrument within my hand? Then venome to thy venome, die damn'd villaine: Come drinke, here lies thy vnion here. _The king dies._ 95 _Lear._ O he is justly serued: _Hamlet_, before I die, here take my hand, And withall, my loue: I doe forgiue thee. _Leartes dies._ _Ham._ And I thee, O I am dead _Horatio_, fare thee well. _Hor._ No, I am more an antike Roman, 100 Then a Dane, here is some poison left. _Ham._ Vpon my loue I charge thee let it goe, O fie _Horatio_, and if thou shouldst die, What a scandale wouldst thou leaue behinde? What tongue should tell the story of our deaths, 105 If not from thee? O my heart sinckes _Horatio_, Mine eyes haue lost their sight, my tongue his vse: Farewel _Horatio_, heauen receiue my soule. _Ham. dies._ _Enter Voltemar and the Ambassadors from England. Enter Fortenbrasse with his traine._ _Fort._ Where is this bloudy sight? _Hor._ If aught of woe or wonder you'ld behold, Then looke vpon this tragicke spectacle. _Fort._ O imperious death! how many Princes Hast thou at one draft bloudily shot to death? _Ambass._ Our ambassie that we haue brought from _England_, Where be these Princes that should heare vs speake? 115 O most most vnlooked for time! vnhappy country. _Hor._ Content your selues, Ile shew to all, the ground, The first beginning of this Tragedy: Let there a scaffold be rearde vp in the market place, And let the State of the world be there: 120 Where you shall heare such a sad story tolde, That neuer mortall man could more vnfolde.