Hamlet Page #12

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wipe thy brow.

The Queen carouses to thy fortune,

Hamlet.

- Gertrude, do not drink.

- I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.

I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by.

- My lord, I'll hit him now.

- I do not think't.

Come, for the third.

Laertes, you do but dally;

pass with your best violence;

I fear you make a wanton of me.

Say you so? Come on.

- Hit! Hit!

- No.

Nothing, neither way.

Have at you now!

Part them; they are incens'd.

Nay, come again.

Look to the Queen there, ho!

They bleed on both sides.

- How is it, my lord?

- How is't, Laertes?

Why, as a woodcock,

to mine own springe, Osric;

I am justly killed

with mine own treachery.

- How does the Queen?

- She swoons to see them bleed.

No, no...

...the drink, the drink!

O, my dear Hamlet! The drink, the drink!

I am poison'd.

O, treachery! Seek it out.

It is here, Hamlet.

Hamlet, thou art slain.

The treacherous instrument is in

thy hand, unbated and envenom'd.

The King, the King's to blame.

The point envenom'd too!

Then, venom, to thy work.

O, yet defend me, friends!

Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous,

damned Dane, drink off this potion.

Is thy union here?

Follow my mother.

He is justly serv'd:

it is a poison tempered by himself.

Exchange forgiveness with me,

noble Hamlet.

Mine and my father's death

come not upon thee,

nor thine on me!

Heaven make thee free of it!

I follow thee.

I am dead, Horatio.

Thou livest;

report me and my cause aright

to the unsatisfied.

Never believe it.

I am more an antique Roman than

a Dane; here's yet some liquor left.

Give me the cup. Let go.

By heaven, I'll ha't.

O God! Horatio, what a wounded name,

things standing thus unknown,

shall I leave behind me.

If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,

absent thee from felicity awhile,

and in this harsh world draw

thy breath in pain to tell my story.

O, I die, Horatio!

The potent poison

quite o'er-crows my spirit.

The rest is...

...silence.

Now cracks a noble heart.

Good night, sweet prince,

and flights of angels

sing thee to thy rest!

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