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That might your Nature, Honour, and Exception
Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness:
Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? Never Hamlet.
If Hamlet from himself be ca'en away,
And when he's not limself, do's wrong Laertes ;
Then Hamlet do's it not, Hamlet denies it :
Who does it then? His madness. If't be so,
Hamlet is of the Fađion that is wrong'd,
His madness is poor Hamlet's Enemy.
Sir, in this Audience,
Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil,
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,
That I have shot mine Arrow o'er the House,
And hurt my Mother.
Laer. I am fatisfied in Nature,
Whose Motive, in this case, should stir me moft
To my Revenge. But in my terms of Honour
I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement,
'Till by some elder Masters of known honour,
I have a Voice, and president of peace
To keep my Name ungorg’d. But 'till that time,
I do receive your offer'd love like love,
And will not wrong it.
Ham, I do embrace it freely,
And will this Brother's Wager frankly play,
Gives us the Foils: Come on.
Laer. Come one for me.
Ham. I'll be your Foil, Laertes, in mine ignorance,
Your skill shall like a Star i'ch' brightest Night,
Stick fiery off indeed.
Laer. You mock me, Sir.
Ham. No, by this Hand.
King. Give the Foils, young Ofrick.
Coulin Hamlet, you know the Wager.
Ham. Very well, my Lord;
Your Grace hath laid the odds o'th' weaker fide.
King. I do not fear it, I have seen
But since he is better'd, we have therefore odds.
Laer. This is too heavy,
Let me see another.
Ham. This likes me well; These Foils have all a length?
[Prepares to play Ofr. Ay, my good Lord.
King. Set me the Stopes of Wine upon that Table:
If Hamlet give the first, or second hit,
Or quit in answer of a third exchange,
Let all the Battlements their Ordnance fire.
The King shall drink to Hamlet's better breath,
And in the Cup an Union shall he throw
Richer than that, which four succefsive Kings
In Denmark's Crown have worn. Giye me the Cups,
And let the Kettle to the Trumpets speak,
The Trumpets to the Canoncer without,
The Cannons to the Heav'ns, the Heav'n to Earth,
Now the King drinks to Hamlet. Come, begin,
And you the Judges bear a wary Eye.
Ham. Come on, Sir.
Laer. Come on, Sir.
Ofr. A hit, a very palpable hit.
King. Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this Pearl is chine, Here's to thy health. Give him the Cup.
[Trumpet found, Shot goes off, Ham. I'll play this bout first, fet it by a while, Come another hit-what say you: [They play again.
Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess.
King. Our Son shall win.
Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath.
Here's a Napkin, rub thy brows,
The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
Ham. Good Madam
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. [Afide.
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't. Laer. And yet ’tis almost 'gainst my Conscience. [Aside. Ham. Come, for the third. Laertes, you but dally, I pray you pass with your best violence, I am afraid you make a wanton of me. Laer. Say you so? Come on,
[Play. Ofr. Nothing neither way.
Laer. Have at you now. [Laertes wounds Hamlet, then in scuffling they change Rapiers,
and Hamlet wouxds Laertes. King. Part them, they are incens'd. Ham. Nay, come again Ofr. Look to the Queen there, ho! Hor. They bleed on both sides. How is't, my Lord? Ofr. How is't Laertes?
Laer. Why, as a Woodcock to my Sprindge, Ofrick,
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
Oh my dear Hamlet, the drink, the drink,
I am poison'd
[Queen dies. Ham. Oh Villany! How? Let the door be lock'd: Treachery ! feck it out
Laer. 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 pra&ice
Hath turn'd it self on me. Lo, here I lye,
Never to rise again; thy Mother's poison'd;
I can no more the King, the King's to blame.
Ham. The point envenom'd too,
Then venom to thy work.
[Stabs the King. All, Treafon, Treason. King. O yet defend me, Friends, I am but hurt.
Ham. Here thou incestuous, mu: d'rous, damned Dane, Drink off this Potion: Is thy Union here? Follow my Mother. Laer. He is juftly serv'd.
It is a poison temper'd by himself,
Exəhange forgiveness with me, Noble Hamlet;
Mine and my father's Death come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me.
Ham. Heav'o 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 at this Act,
Had I but cime, as this fell Serjeant Death
Is strict in his Arreft) oh I could tell you,
But let it be-Horatio, I am dead,
Thou livst, report me and my causes right
To the unsatisfied.
Hør. Never believe it.
I am more an Antique Roman than a Dane;
Here's yer some Liquor left.
Ham. Asth’arta Man, give me the Cup,
Let go, by Heav'n I'll hav't.
Oh, good Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, hall live behind me?
If thou didst 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 story, [March afar off, and Mout withir.
What warlike noise is this?
Enter Ofrick. Ofr. Young Fortinbras, with Conquest come from Poland, To th'Ambassadors of England gives this Warlıke Volley.
Ham. O, I die, Horatio : The potent Poison quire o'er-crows my Spirit, I cannot live to hear the News from England. But I do prophesie ih'ele&tion lights On Fortinbras, he has my dying Voice, So tell him with the occurrents more or less, Which have folicitcd. The rest is filence,0,0,0.(Dies.
Hor. Now cracks a noble Heatt; good Night, fweet Priace; And flights of Angels sing thee to thy reft. Why do's the Drum come hither
Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador, with Drum,
Colours, und Attendants.
Fort. Where is the fight?
Hor. What is it you would see?
If ought of woe or wonder, cease your searck.
Fort. This quarry cries on Havock. Oh proud death!
What Feast is toward in thine eternal Cell,
That thou so many Princes at a shoot,
So bloodily haft ftruck?
Amb. The fight 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 fulfilld,
Thai Roseneraus and Guildenstern 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 Command'ment for their Death.
But since so jump upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack Wars, and you from England
Are here arriv'd: Give order that these Bodies
High on a Stage be placed to the view,
Andle me speak to th' yet unknowing World,
How these things came about. So Thall you hear
Of cruel, bloody, and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
Of Deaths pie on by cunning, and forc'd cause,
And in this upshor, purposes mistook,
Fall'n on the Inventors Heads. All this can I
Fort. Let us haste to hear it,
And call the Noblest to the Audience.
For me, with sorrow, I embrace my Forture,
I have some rights of Memory in this Kingdom,
Which now to claim, my vantage doth
Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whole Voice will draw no more:
But let this same be presently perform’d,
Even whiles Mens minds are wild,left more mischance