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Never to rise again ; thy mother's poifond;
I can no more -the King, the King's to blame.

Ham. The point envenom'd too?
Then venom do thy work.

[Stabs the King. All. Treason, treason. King. O yet defend me, friends, ļ am but hurt.

Ham. Here, thou inceftuous, murd'rous, damned Danex Drink off this potion : is the Union here? Follow my mother.

[King diese Laer. He is justly seryed. It is a poison temper’d by himself, Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet ; Mine and my father's death coine nat on thee, Nor thine on me!

Ham. Heav'n make thee free of it! I follow thee.
I'm dead, Horatiò; 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 serjeant death
Is strict in his arreft) oh, I could tell your
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'm more an antique Roman than a Dane ;
Here's yet some liquor left.

Ham. As th' art a man,
Give me the cup;


go; by heav'n, I'll havets Oh good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things ftanding thus unknown, thall live behind me? If thou didft ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity a while, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,' To tell my tale.' [March afar off, and mout within. What warlike noise is this?

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To the Amballadors of England gives israh
This warlike volley

Ham. O, I die, Horatio : 91
The potent poison quite o'er-grows my spirit;
I cannot live to hear the news from England.
But I do prophesy, th' election lights
On Fortinbres; he has my dying voice;
So tell him, with th' occurrents more or lefs,
Which have sollicited.–The rest is filence.

[Dies. Hor. Now cracks a noble heart; good-night, fweet

Prince ; And flights of angels fing thee to thy rest! Why does the drum come hither ? Enter Fortinbras, and English Ambassadors, with drum,

colours, and attendants.

Fort. Where is this fight?

Hér. What is it you would fee?'
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your fearch.

Fort. This quarry cries on havock. O proud death!
What feast is towr'd in thy infernal cell,
That thou fo many Princes at a shot
So bloodily haft ftruck ?

Amb. The light 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 Rofincrantz and Guildenftern are dead :
Where should we have our thanks?

Hor. Not from his mouth,
Had it th' ability of life to thank you :
He never gave commandment for their death.
But since lo jump upon this bloody queftion,
You from the Pelack 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 th' yet unknowing world,
How these things came about. So fall you hear
Of cruel, bloody, and unnatural acts;
Of accidental judgments, casual Naughters i

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Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause
And, in this upfhot, purposes miftook,
Fall’n on th' inventors' heads. All this can 1. seed?
Truly deliver.

7.59.171 indir, 1 Fort. Let us haste to hear it, And. call the Noblesse to the audience,

08. For me, with. sorrow I embracę my fortune

'lo; o 2 I have some rights of memory in this kingdom, Which, now to claim my

my vantage Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak, And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more: (35) But let this fame be presently perform’d, Even while men's minds are wild, left more mifchance: On plots and errors happen,

noe sullo sgt 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 paffage,

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(35) Arid from bis Móutb, wbose Voice will draw no morc. I This is the Reading of the old Quarto's, but certainly a mistaken one. We say, a Man will no more draw Breath; but that a Man's Voice will draw no more, is, I believe, an Expression without anyc Authority. I chuse to espouse the Reading of the Elder Folio.

And from bis Mouth, whose Voice will draw 'on more.'
And this is the Poet's Meaning. Hamlet, just before his Death, had

But I do prophesy, thElection lights
On Fortinbras: He bas my dying Voice';;'
So tell him, GC

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Accordingly, Horatio here delivers that Message ; and very justly infers, that Hamlet's Voice will be feconded by others, and procure them in Favour of Fortinbras's Succeffion.

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The foldier's mufick, and the rites of war
Speak loudly for him
Take up the body : such a fight as this
Becomes the field, but here fhews much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers fhoot.

Exeunt, marching : after which, a peal of

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