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What I have done,
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 ta'en away,
And, when he's not himself, does wrong Laertes,
Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it,
Who does it then? His madness: If 't be so,
Hamlet is of the faction that is wrongld;
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 my arrow o'er the house,
And hurt my brother. t
Laer. I am satisfied in nature,
Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most
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 precedent of peace, -
To keep my name ungor'd:7 But till that time,
I do receive your offer'd love like love,
And will not wrong it. -
Ham. I embrace it freely;
And will this brother's wager frankly play.—
Give 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'the darkest night,
Stick fiery off indeed.
Laer. You mock me, sir.
Ham. No, by this hand.
King. Give them the foils, young Osric.—Cousin
You know the wager ?
Ham. Very well, my lord; Your grace hath laid the odds o'the weaker side.
King. I do not fear it: I have seen you both:— But since he's 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 [They prepare to play. 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,
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 successive kings
In Denmark's crown have worn ; Give me the cups;
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,
Now the king drinks to Hamlet.—Come, begin;–
And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.
Ham. Come on, sir.
Laer. Come, my lord. [They play.
* Large jugs. 9 A precious pearl.
Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.
Ring. 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? [They play.
Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess.
King. Our son shall win. -
Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath.-
Here, Hamlet, take my 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
King. It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.
[Aside. 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 it. Laer. And yet it is almost against my conscience. w [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. Laer. Say you so 2 come on. [They play.
Osr. Nothing neither way. Laer. Have at you now. [LA ERTEs wounds HAMLET; then, in scuff. fling, they change Rapiers, and HAMLEr wounds LA ERTEs. King. Part them, they are incens'd Ham. Nay, come again. [The Queen falls, Osr. Look to the queen there, ho! Hor. They bleed on both sides:—How is it, my lord 2 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 2 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! [Dio, Ham. O villainy!—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. & Lords. Treason! treason 1
King. O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt.
Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murd’rous, damned
Drink off this potion:—Is the union here
. Follow my mother. - [King dies.
Laer. He is justly serv'd;
It is a poison temper'd 5 by himself—
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee;
Nor thine on me! [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 you, -
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 am more an antique Roman than a Dane,
Here's yet some liquor left.
Ham. As thou'rt a man,—
Give me the cup; let go; by heaven I'll have it.—
O God!—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,