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Mine, and my father's death, 'gainst your's be rec
kon'dNow then, I'm off.
I'll follow in a second. -
No, I'll die too—here's poison in the cup-
Give me the cup; you shall not have a drop-
Here goes, Horatio, --(s) going—(s) going
Well, here's a noble fellow gone to pot !
To see dead bodies strew'd about like cattle,
[A dead march. [The curtain falls.
THE END OF HAMLET TRAVESTIE.
Hamlet Travestie ;
APTER THE MANNER OY
GEORGE STEEVENS, ESQ.
AND THE VARIOUS
Commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.