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Mine, and my father's death, 'gainst your's be rec

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Now then, I'm off.

Hamlet.

I'll follow in a second.—

You that look pale, and quiver, quirk, and quake,
And scarce know what of this sad scene to make-
O, I could tell-for there's a great deal in it—
I'm dead,—(r) at least, I shall be in a minute—
But promise me, before I wish good night,
Horatio, that you'll tell my story right.

Horatio.

[Dies.

No, I'll die too-here's poison in the cup-
I'll play the Roman, and I'll drink it up.

Hamlet.

Give me the cup; you shall not have a drop-
For 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

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Horatio.

Well, here's a noble fellow gone to pot!
This altogether's been a pretty plot!

[Dies.

To see dead bodies strew'd about like cattle,
Were better suited to the field of battle
Charon, in safety, o'er the Styx will ferry 'em ;
And all that we can do now, is to bury 'em.

[A dead march. [The curtain falls.

THE END OF HAMLET TRAVESTIE.

BURLESQUE

ANNOTATIONS

UPON

Hamlet Travestie ;

AFTER THE MANNER OF

DR. JOHNSON,

AND

GEORGE STEEVENS, ESQ.

AND THE VARIOUS

COMMENTATORS.

Commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

YOUNG.

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