Laer. It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain;[2350] 300
No medicine in the world can do thee good,[2351]
In thee there is not half an hour of life;[2352]
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,[2353]
Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practice[2354]
Hath turn'd itself on me; lo, here I lie,[2355] 305
Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd:[2356]
I can no more: the king, the king's to blame.[2357]
Ham. The point envenom'd too![2358][2359][2360]
Then, venom, to thy work. [Stabs the King.[2358][2360][2361]
King. O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt.
Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,[2362]
Drink off this potion: is thy union here?[2363]
Follow my mother. [King dies.[2364]
Laer. He is justly served;[2365]
It is a poison temper'd by himself.[2365][2366] 315
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,[2367]
Nor thine on me! [Dies.[2368]
Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.[2369]
I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu![2370] 320
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,[2371]
Had I but time—as this fell sergeant, death,[2372]
Is strict in his arrest—O, I could tell you—[2372][2373]
But let it be. Horatio, I am dead; 325
Thou livest; report me and my cause aright[2374]
To the unsatisfied.
Hor. Never believe it:[2375]
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane:[2376]
Here's yet some liquor left.
Ham. As thou'rt a man,[2377][2378]
Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't.[2377][2379] 330
O good Horatio, what a wounded name,[2380]
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me![2381]
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile,[2382]
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, 335
To tell my story. [March afar off, and shot within.[2383]
What warlike noise is this?
Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,[2384]
To the ambassadors of England gives[2385][2386][2387]
This warlike volley.[2386]