King. Part them; they are incensed.
Ham. Nay, come, again. [The Queen falls.
Osr. Look to the queen there, ho![2341] 290
Hor. They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?[2342]
Osr. How is't, Laertes?[2343]
Laer. Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric;[2344]
I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.[2345]
Ham. How does the queen?
King. She swounds to see them bleed.[2346] 295
Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink,—O my dear Hamlet,—[2347]
The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. [Dies.[2347][2348]
Ham. O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd:[2349]
Treachery! seek it out.