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` [Dies.] `
` `
` Ham. `
` O villany!--Ho! let the door be lock'd: `
` Treachery! seek it out. `
` `
` [Laertes falls.] `
` `
` Laer. `
` It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; `
` No medicine in the world can do thee good; `
` In thee there is not half an hour of life; `
` The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, `
` Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practice `
` Hath turn'd itself on me; lo, here I lie, `
` 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. `
` `
` [Stabs the King.] `
` `
` Osric and Lords. `
` Treason! treason! `
` `
` 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. `
` `
` [King dies.] `
` `
` Laer. `
` He is justly serv'd; `
` It is a poison temper'd by himself.-- `
` Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: `
` Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, `
` Nor thine on me! `
` `
` [Dies.] `
` `
` Ham. `
` Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.-- `
` I am dead, Horatio.--Wretched queen, adieu!-- `
` You that look pale and tremble at this chance, `
` That are but mutes or audience to this act, `
` Had I but time,--as this fell sergeant, death, `
` Is strict in his arrest,--O, I could tell you,-- `
` But let it be.--Horatio, I am dead; `
` Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright `
` To the unsatisfied. `
` `
` Hor. `
` Never believe it: `
` I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.-- `
` Here's yet some liquor left. `
` `
` 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! `
` 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.-- `
` `
` [March afar off, and shot within.] `
` `
` What warlike noise is this? `
` `
` Osr. `
` Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, `
` To the ambassadors of England gives `
` This warlike volley. `
` `
` Ham. `
` O, I die, Horatio; `
` The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: `
` I cannot live to hear the news from England; `
` But I do prophesy the election lights `
` On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice; `
` So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, `
` Which have solicited.--the rest is silence. `
` `
` [Dies.] `
` `
` Hor. `
` Now cracks a noble heart.--Good night, sweet prince, `
` And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! `
` Why does the drum come hither? `
` `
` [March within.] `
` `
` [Enter Fortinbras, the English Ambassadors, and others.] `
` `
` Fort. `
` Where is this sight? `
` `
` Hor. `
` What is it you will see? `
` If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search. `
` `
` Fort. `
` This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, `
` What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, `
` That thou so many princes at a shot `
` So bloodily hast struck? `
` `
` 1 Ambassador. `
` The sight is dismal; `
` And our affairs from England come too late: `
` The ears are senseless that should give us hearing, `
` To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd `
` That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: `
` Where should we have our thanks? `
` `
` Hor. `
` Not from his mouth, `
` Had it the ability of life to thank you: `
` He never gave commandment for their death. `
` But since, so jump upon this bloody question, `
` You from the Polack wars, and you from England, `
` Are here arriv'd, give order that these bodies `
` High on a stage be placed to the view; `
` And let me speak to the yet unknowing world `
` How these things came about: so shall you hear `
` Of carnal, bloody and unnatural acts; `
` Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; `
` Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause; `
` And, in this upshot, purposes mistook `
` Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I `
` Truly deliver. `
` `
` Fort. `
` Let us haste to hear it, `
` And call the noblest to the audience. `
` For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune: `
` I have some rights of memory in this kingdom, `
` Which now, to claim my vantage doth invite me. `
` `
` Hor. `
` Of that I shall have also cause to speak, `
` And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more: `
` But let this same be presently perform'd, `
` Even while men's minds are wild: lest more mischance `
` On plots and errors happen. `
` `
` Fort. `
` Let four captains `
` Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage; `
` For he was likely, had he been put on, `
` To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage, `
` The soldiers' music and the rites of war `
` Speak loudly for him.-- `
` Take up the bodies.--Such a sight as this `
` Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. `
` Go, bid the soldiers shoot. `
` `
` [A dead march.] `
` `
` [Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after the which a peal of `
` ordnance is shot off.] `
` `
` `
`
` [Dies.] `
` `
` Ham. `
` O villany!--Ho! let the door be lock'd: `
` Treachery! seek it out. `
` `
` [Laertes falls.] `
` `
` Laer. `
` It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; `
` No medicine in the world can do thee good; `
` In thee there is not half an hour of life; `
` The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, `
` Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practice `
` Hath turn'd itself on me; lo, here I lie, `
` 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. `
` `
` [Stabs the King.] `
` `
` Osric and Lords. `
` Treason! treason! `
` `
` 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. `
` `
` [King dies.] `
` `
` Laer. `
` He is justly serv'd; `
` It is a poison temper'd by himself.-- `
` Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: `
` Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, `
` Nor thine on me! `
` `
` [Dies.] `
` `
` Ham. `
` Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.-- `
` I am dead, Horatio.--Wretched queen, adieu!-- `
` You that look pale and tremble at this chance, `
` That are but mutes or audience to this act, `
` Had I but time,--as this fell sergeant, death, `
` Is strict in his arrest,--O, I could tell you,-- `
` But let it be.--Horatio, I am dead; `
` Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright `
` To the unsatisfied. `
` `
` Hor. `
` Never believe it: `
` I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.-- `
` Here's yet some liquor left. `
` `
` 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! `
` 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.-- `
` `
` [March afar off, and shot within.] `
` `
` What warlike noise is this? `
` `
` Osr. `
` Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, `
` To the ambassadors of England gives `
` This warlike volley. `
` `
` Ham. `
` O, I die, Horatio; `
` The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: `
` I cannot live to hear the news from England; `
` But I do prophesy the election lights `
` On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice; `
` So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, `
` Which have solicited.--the rest is silence. `
` `
` [Dies.] `
` `
` Hor. `
` Now cracks a noble heart.--Good night, sweet prince, `
` And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! `
` Why does the drum come hither? `
` `
` [March within.] `
` `
` [Enter Fortinbras, the English Ambassadors, and others.] `
` `
` Fort. `
` Where is this sight? `
` `
` Hor. `
` What is it you will see? `
` If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search. `
` `
` Fort. `
` This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, `
` What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, `
` That thou so many princes at a shot `
` So bloodily hast struck? `
` `
` 1 Ambassador. `
` The sight is dismal; `
` And our affairs from England come too late: `
` The ears are senseless that should give us hearing, `
` To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd `
` That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: `
` Where should we have our thanks? `
` `
` Hor. `
` Not from his mouth, `
` Had it the ability of life to thank you: `
` He never gave commandment for their death. `
` But since, so jump upon this bloody question, `
` You from the Polack wars, and you from England, `
` Are here arriv'd, give order that these bodies `
` High on a stage be placed to the view; `
` And let me speak to the yet unknowing world `
` How these things came about: so shall you hear `
` Of carnal, bloody and unnatural acts; `
` Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; `
` Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause; `
` And, in this upshot, purposes mistook `
` Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I `
` Truly deliver. `
` `
` Fort. `
` Let us haste to hear it, `
` And call the noblest to the audience. `
` For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune: `
` I have some rights of memory in this kingdom, `
` Which now, to claim my vantage doth invite me. `
` `
` Hor. `
` Of that I shall have also cause to speak, `
` And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more: `
` But let this same be presently perform'd, `
` Even while men's minds are wild: lest more mischance `
` On plots and errors happen. `
` `
` Fort. `
` Let four captains `
` Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage; `
` For he was likely, had he been put on, `
` To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage, `
` The soldiers' music and the rites of war `
` Speak loudly for him.-- `
` Take up the bodies.--Such a sight as this `
` Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. `
` Go, bid the soldiers shoot. `
` `
` [A dead march.] `
` `
` [Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after the which a peal of `
` ordnance is shot off.] `
` `
` `
`