Here, thou incestuous, murd’rous, damned Dane,
Follow my mother.— [Stabs the KING, who dies.
Laer. He is justly serv'd.-
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: .
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee;
Northine on me!— [He dies.
Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.—
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,
Had I but time;-as this fell serjeant, Death,
Is strict in his arrest,-O, I could tell you,
But let it be :—Horatio, I am dead;
Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright
To the unsatisfied.
Hor. Never believe’t;—
[Takes the Cup from FRANcisco.
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane,—
Here's yet some liquor left. -
Ham. As thou'rt a man,— [Snatches the Cup.
Give me the cup ; let go; by Heaven, I'll have it.—
O, good Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me !
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, -
Absent thee from felicity a while,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story. O, I die, Horatio !— . . .
The potent poison quite o'ergrows my spirit:
The rest is silence.— [He dies.
Hor. Now cracks a noble heart: Good night,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Give order, that these bodies -
High on a stage be placed to the view;
And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world,
How these things came about.
Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
For he was likely, had he been put on,