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I have a voice and precedent of peace,
To keep my name ungor'd. But till that time, love like love,
I do receive your offer'd
And will not wrong it.
I embrace it freely;
And will this brother's wager frankly play.
Ham. I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night,
No, by this hand.
King. Give them the foils, young Osrick. You know the wager?
Very well, my lord;
Your grace hath laid the odds o' the weaker side.
Ay, my good lord. |
These foils have all a length?
King. Set me the stoops of wine upon that table.
If Hamlet give the first or second hit,
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath:
In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups;
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth,
Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.
King. Stay; give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine Here's to thy health. Give him the cup.
[Trumpets sound; Shot goes off.
I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile.
A touch; a touch, I do confess.
Our son shall win.
He's fat, and scant of breath.
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows:
Ham. Good Madam,
Gertrude, do not drink.
Queen. I will, my lord: I pray you, pardon me.
I do not think it.
And yet it is almost against my conscience. [Aside. Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes. You but dally:
I pray you, pass with your best violence;
I am afeard, you make a wanton of me.
Laer. Say you so? come on.
in scuffling, they
change Rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES. Part them! they are incens'd.
Ham. Nay, come again.
[The Queen falls.
Look to the queen there, ho!
Hor. They bleed on both sides.
Laer. Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osrick;
I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
She swoons to see them bleed.
O my dear
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;
Then, venom, to thy work.
[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 the union here?
It is a poison temper'd by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet;
Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu!
Never believe it:
As thou 'rt a man,
Give me the cup; let go; by heaven I'll have it.
O God! Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me?
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.
The potent poison quite o'er-grows my spirit:
On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice;
So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
The rest is silence.
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?
Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and Others.
Fort. Where is this sight?
What is it ye would see?
O proud death!
So bloodily hast struck?
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? |
Not from his mouth,
Had it th' ability of life to thank you:
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I
Let us haste to hear it,
And call the noblest to the audience.
241 For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune:
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
Even while men's minds are wild, lest more mischance,
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,
Speak loudly for him.
Take up the bodies.
Such a sight as this
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
[Exeunt, marching; after which, a Peal of Ordnance is shot off.