Hamlet.

How does the Queen ?

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 (m).

Hamlet.

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

Laertes.

O, Hamlet! 'tis all dickey with us both (n):
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 ac

counts;

Tho' there's some little difference in amounts:

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

kon'd

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,-(o) 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 lov'd 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,-(p) going-(p) going

(p) 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.

ANNOTATIONS

BY

DR. JOHNSON,

AND

GEORGE STEEVENS, Esq.

AND OTHER

COMMENTATORS.

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

YOUNG.