Sop. Oh, here he lies,
Sorrow on sorrow seeks me, Oh, in his blood he lyes.
Aub. Had you spoke sooner
This might have been prevented;
Take the Dutchess,
And lead her off, this is no sight for her eyes.
Mat. Oh, bravely done wench.
Edi. There stands the noble doer.
Mat. My honour ever seek thee for thy justice,
Oh 'twas a deed of high and brave adventure,
A justice even for heaven to envy at,
Farewel my sorrows, and my tears take truce,
My wishes are come round: Oh bloody Brother,
Till this hour never beauteous; till thy life,
Like a full sacrifi[c]e for all thy mischiefs,
Flow'd from thee in these rivers, never righteous:
Oh how my eyes are quarri'd with their joys now!
My longing heart even leaping out for lightness!
But dye thy black sins with thee, I forgive thee.
Aub. Who did this deed?
Ham. I, and I'le answer it. [Dies.
Edi. He faints, oh that same cursed knife has kill'd him.
Aub. How?
Edi. He snatch'd it from my hand, for whom I bore it,
And as they grappl'd.