Laertes then falls, and Hamlet, seeing through the plot, exclaims:
"O, villainy! Ho! let the door be locked;
Treachery! seek it out!"
Laertes makes the dying confession of his treachery:
"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 envenomed; the foul practice
Hath turned itself on me, lo, here I lie,
Never to rise again; thy mother's poisoned;
I can no more; the King, the King is to blame!"
Then Hamlet, as a lion rushing on his prey, exclaims:
"The point envenomed too,
Then, venom, to thy work."
(Stabs the King.)
The King falls and says: "I am but hurt"; while Hamlet grasps the poisoned cup of wine and dashes it down the throat of the guilty monster, exclaiming:
"Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion: is thy union here?—
Follow my mother!" (King dies.)
Laertes' last words:
"The King is justly served;
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet."