That might your Nature, Honour, and Exception And when he's not limfelf, do's wrong Laertes; Let my difclaiming from a purpos'd evil, Laer. I am fatisfied in Nature, Whole Motive, in this cafe, fhould ftir me moft my Revenge. But in my terms of Honour I ftand aloof, and will no reconcilement, 'Till by fome elder Mafters of known honour, To keep my Name ungorg'd. But 'till that time, Ham. I do embrace it freely, And will this Brother's Wager frankly play, Gives us the Foils: Come on. Laer. Come one for me. Ham. I'll be your Foil, Laertes, in mine ignorance, Your skill fhall like a Star i'th' brightest Night, Stick fiery off indeed. Laer. You mock me, Sir. Ham. No, by this Hand. King Give the Foils, young Ofrick. Coufin Hamlet, you know the Wager. Ham. Very well, my Lord, Your Grace hath laid the odds o'th' weaker fide. Let me fee another. Ham. This likes me well; These Foils have all a length? Ofr. Ay, my good Lord. [Prepares to play. King. Set me the Stopes of Wine upon that Table: Let all the Battlements their Ordnance fire. The Cannons to the Heav'ns, the Heav'n to Earth, Now the King drinks to Hamlet. Come, begin, And you the Judges bear a wary Eye. Ham. Come on, Sir. Laer. Come on, Sir. Ham. One. Laer. No. Ham. Judgment. Ofr. A hit, a very palpable hit. Laer. Well-again [They play. King. Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this Pearl is thine, Here's to thy health. Give him the Cup. [Trumpet found, Shot goes off. Ham. I'll play this bout first, fet it by a while. Come another hit-what fay you? [They play again. Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confefs. King. Our Son fhall win. Queen. He's fat, and fcant of breath. Here's a Napkin, rub thy brows, The Queen caroufes to thy fortune, Hamlet. Ham. Good Madam King. Gertrude, do not drink. Queen. I will, my Lord; I pray you pardon me. King. It is the poifon'd Cup, it is too late. [Afide. Ham. I dare not drink yet, Madam, by and by. Queen. Come, let me wipe thy Face. Laer. My Lord, I'll hit him now. King• King. I do not think't. Laer. And yet 'tis almoft 'gainft my Confcience. [Afide. Ham. Come, for the third. Laertes, you but dally, I pray you pass with your beft violence, I am afraid you make a wanton of me. Laer. Say you fo? Come on. Ofr. Nothing neither way. Laer. Have at you now. [Play. [Laertes wounds Hamlet, then in fcuffling they change Rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes. King. Part them, they are incens'd. Ham. Nay, come again Ofr. Look to the Queen there, ho! Hor. They bleed on both fides. How is't, my Lord? Ofr. How is't Laertes? Laer. Why, as a Woodcock to my Sprindge, Ofrick, I am juftly kill'd with mine own treachery. Ham. How does the Queen? King. She fwoons to fee them bleed. Queen. No, no, the drink, the drinkOh my dear Hamlet, the drink, the drink, I am poifon'd [Queen dies. Ham. Oh Villany! How? Let the door be lock❜d: Laer. It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art flain, Then venom to thy work. All Treafon, Treafon. [Stabs the King. King. O yet defend me, Friends, I am but hurt. Ham. Here thou incefluous, mu: d'rous, damned Dane, Drink off this Potion: Is thy Union here? Follow my Mother. Laer. He is juftly ferv'd. CC 4 [King dies. It is a poifon temper'd by himself. · Exchange forgiveness with me, Noble Hamlet; Ham. Heav'n make thee free of it, I follow thee. Hor. Never believe it. I am more an Antique Roman than a Dane; Ham. As th'arta Man, give me the Cup, Oh, good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things ftanding thus unknown, fhall live behind me? Abfent thee from felicity a while, And in this harsh World draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. [Dies [March afar off, and shout within. What warlike noife is this? Enter Ofrick. Ofr. Young Fortinbras, with Conquest come from Poland, To th'Ambaffadors of England gives this Warlike Volley. Ham. O, I die, Horatie: The potent Poison quite o'er-crows my Spirit, I cannot live to hear the News from England. On Fortinbras, he has my dying Voice, So tell him with the occurrents more or lefs, Which have folicited.The reft is filence,0,0,0. [Dies. Hor. Now cracks a noble Heatt; good Night, fweet Prince; And flights of Angels fing thee to thy reft. Why do's the Drum come hither? Enter Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador, with Drum, Colours, and Attendants. Fort. Where is the fight? Hor. What is it you would fee? If ought of woe or wonder, ceafe your search. Fort. This quarry cries on Havock. Oh proud death! That thou fo many Princes at a shoot, Amb. The fight is difmal, And our Affairs from England come too late, Hor. Not from his mouth, Had it th' ability of Life to thank you: And let me fpeak to th' yet unknowing World, Of accidental judgments, cafual flaughters, Fall'n on the Inventors Heads. All this can I Fort. Let us hafte to hear it, And call the Nobleft to the Audience. For me, with forrow, I embrace my Forture, I have fome rights of Memory in this Kingdom, Invite me. Hor. Of that I fhall have also cause to speak, And from his mouth whose Voice will draw no more: But let this fame be presently perform'd, Even whiles Mens minds are wild,left more mifchance On |