Mine, and my father's death, 'gainst your's be rec kon'd Now then, I'm off. Hamlet. I'll follow in a second.— You that look pale, and quiver, quirk, and quake, Horatio. [Dies. No, I'll die too-here's poison in the cup- Hamlet. Give me the cup; you shall not have a drop- If e'er you loved me-live-my tale to tell- That last cross-buttock dish'd me Oh! I can't get on Here goes, Horatio,-(s) going-(s) going (s). gone. Horatio. Well, here's a noble fellow gone to pot! [Dies. To see dead bodies strew'd about like cattle, [A dead march. [The curtain falls. THE END OF HAMLET TRAVESTIE. |