Ham. What, treachery! Ah, thou brute!
[Rushes up and kills King with his foil.
Laertes. I am dying! Forgive me, HAMLET. It was the doing of the King. [Dies.
Ghost (as before). Twenty and nine minutes have expired! The time is all but up!
Ham. (aside, with difficulty). Rest, perturbed spirit! Farewell, farewell, a long farewell to all my—
Ghost (as before). Ring down! The time is up!
(Quick Curtain)
