Here's Hamlet's health! (Drums, trumpets, and cannon)

Come, now begin the bout;
And you, the judges, keep a sharp look-out.

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Hamlet.
A hit or not,'t has alınost knock'd him down.

[Drums, trumpets, and cannon.

King.
Give me the beer: this nutmeg is for you.

[Puts poison into the drink. Hamlet, your health (pretends to drink). You'd better

drink some too.

Hamlet.
Let's have this round; when I want drink I'll ask it.

(They spar again.)

Egad, I had him there in the bread-basket (m).

Queen. Hamlet, your health! (drinks.) Ha! this is famous

stingo!

King

Don't drink.

Queen.

I have.

King.
The poison'd cup, by jingo!

[Aside,

Laertes.
I'll nab him ;-but it goes against my conscience.

[Aside.

Hamlet. Laertes, you're afraid to hit.

Laertes.

Pooh! nonseuse.

They spar again--in the scuffle, they exchange gloves-

Hamlet knocks Laertes down.--The Queen swoons.

Osrick, Look to the Queen. (To Laertes) How is't, my lord ?

Laertes.

I'mn dish'd (n); I'm caught as neatly as I could have wish'd.

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King

To see your bloody noses, Her stomach-royal slightly indisposes.

Queen.
No, no; I'm poison'd: your damu'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 (o).

[Dies.

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

Laertes.
0, 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 (9):
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, bere I lie-
The King's to blame-

Hamlet.
Die, damn'd old murd'rer, die.

[Kills the King.

Laertes.
You've servd him right. Hamlet, let's square accounts
Tho' there's some lietle diff'rence in amounts

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

kon'dNow then, I'm off.

[. Dies. Hamlet.

l'll follow in a second.
You that look pale, and quiver, quirk, and quake,
And scarce know what of this sad scene to make
0, I could tell—for there's a great deal in it-
I'm dead,-(,) 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-11.-
That last cross-buttock dish'd me -Oh! I can't get

on

Here goes, Horatio, -(8) going_(8) going (8) gone.

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

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.

THL END OF HAMLET TRAVESTIE.