How does the Queen? Hamlet. King. To see your bloody noses, Her stomach-royal slightly indisposes. Queen. No, no; I'm poison'd: your damn'd uncle, here, Hamlet. O, treachery! I'll smoke it, on my oath. Laertes. O, Hamlet! 'tis all dickey with us both (p)! Hamlet. [Dies. Die, damn'd old murd’rer, die. [Kills the King. Laertes. You've serv'd him right. Hamlet, let's square accounts--- Tho' there's some little diff'rence in amounts Mine, and my father's death, 'gainst your's be rec kon'd Now then, I'm off.— [Dies. Hamlet. I'll follow in a second.— You that look pale, and quiver, quirk, and quake, Horatio. 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——— ($) 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. BURLESQUE ANNOTATIONS UPON Hamlet Travestie ; AFTER THE MANNER OF DR. JOHNSON, AND GEORGE STEEVENS, ESQ. AND THE VARIOUS COMMENTATORS. Commentators each dark passage shun, YOUNG. |