Page 371 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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HAMLET
O villainy! Ho! Let the door be lock’d.
Treachery! Seek it out.
[Exit Osric.]
LAERTES
It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain.
No medicine in the world can do thee good; [320]
In thee there is not half an hour’s life.
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
Unbated and envenom’d. The foul practice
Hath turn’d itself on me. Lo, here I lie,
Never to rise again. Thy mother’s poison’d. [325]
I can no more. The King, the King’s to blame.
HAMLET
The point envenom’d too!
Then, venom, to thy work.
Wounds the King.
ALL
Treason! treason!
KING
O yet defend me, friends. I am but hurt.
HAMLET
Here, thou incestuous, murd’rous, damned Dane, [330]
Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?
Follow my mother.
King dies.
LAERTES
He is justly serv’d.
It is a poison temper’d by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.
Mine and my father’s death come not upon thee, [335]
