Osr. Ay, my good lord. King. Set me the stoups of wine upon that table :If Hamlet give the first or second hit, Or quit in answer of the third exchange, The trumpet to the cannoneer without, The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth, Ham. Come on, sir. Come, my lord. Laer. [They play. Ham. One. Well,-again. King. Stay, give me drink: Hamlet, this pearl is thine; 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. King. Our son shall win. Queen. [They play. He's fat, and scant of breath.- Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows: Ham. Good madam, King. Gertrude, do not drink. Queen. I will, my lord;-I pray you, pardon me. Laer. My lord, I'll hit him now. 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; I am afeard, you make a wanton of me. Osr. Nothing neither way. Laer. Have at you now. [They play. [Laertes wounds Hamlet; then, in scuffling, they change Rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes. Part them, they are incens'd, King. [The Queen falls. Look to the queen there, ho! 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 villany!-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, In thee there is not half an hour's 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. Ham. The point Envenom'd too!-Then, venom, to thy work. [Stabs the King. Osr. and Lords. Treason! treason! Ham. Here, thon incestuous, murd'rous, damned Drink off this potion :-Is the union here? Follow my mother. Laer. [Dane, [King dies. He is justly serv'd; It is a poison temper'd by himself. Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: [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 But let it be:-Horatio, I am dead; Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright To the unsatisfied. you, 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, To the ambassadors of England gives This warlike volley. Ham. O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit; On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice; H [Dies. 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 havoc!-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 : That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Hor. And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world, 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 fortune; I have some rights of memory in this kingdom, Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me. Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak, And from his mouth whose voice will draw no more: But let this same be presently perform'd, Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance, Fort. For he was likely, had he been put on, To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage, Speak loudly for him. Take up the bodies:-Such a sight as this [A dead March. [Exeunt, bearing off the dead Bodies; after which, a Peal of Ordnance is shot off. If the dramas of Shakspeare were to be characterised, each by the particular excellence which distinguishes it from the rest, we must allow to the tragedy of Hamlet the praise of variety. The incidents are so numerous, that the argument of the play would make a long tale. The scenes are interchangeably diversified with merriment and solemnity: with merriment that includes judicious and instructive observations; and solemnity not strained by poetical violence above the natural sentiments of man. New characters appear from time to time in continual succession, exhibiting various forms of life, and particular modes of conversation. The pretended madness of Hamlet causes much mirth, the inournful distraction of Ophelia fills the heart with tenderness, and every personage produces the effect intended, from the apparition that, in the first act, chills the blood with horror, to the fop in the last, that exposes affectation to just contempt. The conduct is, perhaps, not wholly secure against objections. The action is, indeed, for the most part, in continual progression; but there are some scenes |