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

kon'dNow 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,-(,) 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, --(s) going—(s) going

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.

THE END OF HAMLET TRAVESTIE.

BURLESQUE

ANNOTATIONS

UPON

Hamlet Travestie ;

APTER THE MANNER OY

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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