HAMLET.
Nay, come again!
[The Queen falls.]
OSRIC.
Look to the Queen there, ho!
HORATIO.
They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?
OSRIC.
How is’t, Laertes?
LAERTES.
Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric.
I am justly kill’d with mine own treachery.
HAMLET.
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.]