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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. -
Hamlet. Give me the cup; you shall not have a dropFor here you must a little longer stop. If e'er you loved me-live—my tale to tell — And then I care not if you go-to h-11.That last cross-buttock dish'd me — Oh!- I can't get
onHere goes, Horatio,—(s) going—(5) going— o) gone.
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 OP
GEORGE STEEVENS, ESQ.
AND THE VARIOUS
- Commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.