Here's to thy health. -Give him the cup. [Trumpets sound; and cannon shot off within. Ham. I'll play this bout first, set it by awhile. Come. Another hit; What say you? Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess. [They play. Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath.- King. Gertrude, do not drink. Queen. I will, my lord; -I pray you, pardon me. King. It is the poison'd cup; it is too late. [Aside. Ham. I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by. Queen. Come, let me wipe thy face. Laer. My lord, I'll hit him now. King. I do not think it. Laer. And yet it is almost against my conscience. [Aside. Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes: You do but dally; I pray you, pass with your best violence; Laer. Say you so? come on. Osr. Nothing neither way. Laer. Have at you now. [They play. [LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then, in scuffling, they change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES. King. Part them, they are incens'd. Ham. Nay, come again. Osr. Look to the queen there, ho! [The Queen falls. Hor. They bleed on both sides :--How is it, my lord? Osr. How is't, Laertes? Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric; I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. Ham. How does the queen? King. She swoons to see them bleed. Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink,-O my dear Hamlet! The drink, the drink;-I am poison'd! [Dies. Ham. O villainy!-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, The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Never to rise again. Thy mother's poison'd; Envenom'd too !-Then, venom, to thy work. Osr. & Lords. Treason! treason! [Stabs the King. King. O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt. Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous damned Dane, Drink off this potion:-Is the union here? Follow my mother. Laer. He is justly serv'd; [King dies. Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: It is a poison temper'd by himself. Mine and my father's death come not upon thee; [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, Ham. As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup; let go, by heaven I'll have it.- Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me? And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, [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 Ham. O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit; But I do prophecy the election lights On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice; So tell him, with the occurrents, more or less, 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 would see? If aught of woe, or wonder, cease your search. Fort. This quarry cries on havock!-O proud death! What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes, at a shot, So bloodily hast struck? 1 Amb. The sight is dismal; And our affairs from England come too late: The ears are senseless, that should give us hearing, That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Hor. Not from his mouth, Had it the ability of life to thank you; He never gave commandment for their death. And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world, Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause; Fort. Let us haste to hear it, 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 which, a peal of ordnance is shot off. END OF VOLUME ELEVEΝΤΗ. EDINBURGH: Printed by James Ballantyne. |