Queene Here Hamlet, thy mother drinkes to thee. 75
Shee drinkes.
King Do not drinke Gertred: O t'is the poysned cup!
Ham. Leartes come, you dally with me,
I pray you passe with your most cunningst play.
Lear. I! say you so? haue at you,
He hit you now my Lord: 80
And yet it goes almost against my conscience.
Ham. Come on sir.
They catch one anothers Rapiers, and both are wounded, Leartes falles downe, the Queene falles downe and dies.
King Looke to the Queene.
Queene O the drinke, the drinke, Hamlet, the drinke.
Ham. Treason, ho, keepe the gates. 85