Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane, [Stabs the KING, who dies. Follow my mother.- Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: [He dies. Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright Hor. Never believe't; [Takes the Cup from FRANCISCO. I am more an antique Roman than a Dane, Here's yet some liquor left. Ham. As thou'rt a man, [Snatches the Cup. Give me the cup; let go; by Heaven, I'll have it. O, good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, The rest is silence. Hor. Now cracks a noble heart: sweet prince; [He dies. -Good night, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! 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. 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, Take up the bodies:-Such a sight as this [A Dead March.-Exeunt. THE END. |