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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,
Has mix'd a deadly poison with the beer.-
'Tis now too late-I've had a precious swig-
If I'm not a dead woman-dash my wig (0).

Hamlet.

O, treachery! I'll smoke it, on my oath.

Laertes.

O, Hamlet! 'tis all dickey with us both (p)!
I promis'd to die game; but I'll expose
That dirty scamp; for you am I a Nose (q):
You've done my business by a blow, 'tis true;
But I-Oh! I-have done the same for you.
You're mother's poison'd;-dying, here I lie—
The King's to blame-

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,
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.

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―ll.-

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!
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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