Hamlet By William Shakespeare Act V: Scene 2

Part them; they are incens'd.

Nay, come again!

[The Queen falls.]

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 my own springe, Osric;
I am justly kill'd 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 villany! — Ho! let the door be lock'd:
Treachery! seek it out.

[Laertes falls.]

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.

The point envenom'd too! —
Then, venom, to thy work.

[Stabs the King.]

Osric and Lords.
Treason! treason!

O, yet defend me, friends! I am but hurt.

Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion. — Is thy union here?
Follow my mother.

[King dies.]

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!


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.

Never believe it:
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane. —
Here's yet some liquor left.

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?

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