Enter KING, QUEEN, LAERTES, OSRIC, and Lords, with other
Attendants with foils and gauntlets. A table and flagons of wine on it.
KING
Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
[The king puts Laertes' hand into Hamlet's.]
HAMLET
Give me your pardon, sir. I have done you wrong;
But pardon't, as you are a gentleman.
This presence knows,
And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd
With sore distraction. What I have done
That might your nature, honour, and exception
Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet.
If Hamlet from himself be taken away,
And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes,
Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
Who does it, then? His madness. If't be so,
Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd;
His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
Sir, in this audience,
Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts
That I have shot my arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.
LAERTES
I am satisfied in nature,
Whose motive in this case should stir me most
To my revenge. But in my terms of honour
I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement
Till by some elder masters of known honour
I have a voice and precedent of peace
To keep my name ungor'd. But till that time
I do receive your offer'd love like love,
And will not wrong it.
HAMLET
I embrace it freely,
And will this brother's wager frankly play.
Give us the foils. Come on.
LAERTES
Come, one for me.
HAMLET
I'll be your foil, Laertes. In mine ignorance
Your sk** shall, like a star i' th' darkest night,
Stick fiery off indeed.
LAERTES
You mock me, sir.
HAMLET
No, by this bad.
KING
Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet,
You know the wager?
HAMLET
Very well, my lord.
Your Grace has laid the odds o' th' weaker side.
KING
I do not fear it, I have seen you both;
But since he is better'd, we have therefore odds.
LAERTES
This is too heavy; let me see another.
HAMLET
This likes me well. These foils have all a length?
[Prepare to play.]
OSRIC
Ay, my good lord.
KING
Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.
If Hamlet give the first or second hit,
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
Let all the battlements their ordnance fire;
The King shall drink to Hamlet's better breath,
And in the cup an union shall he throw
Richer than that which four successive kings
In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups;
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,
'Now the King drinks to Hamlet.' Come, begin.
And you the judges, bear a wary eye.
HAMLET
Come on, sir.
LAERTES
Come, my lord. [They play.]
HAMLET
One.
LAERTES
No.
HAMLET
Judgment!
OSRIC
A hit, a very palpable hit.
LAERTES
Well, again!
KING
Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine;
Here's to thy health.
[Drum; trumpets sound; a piece goes off within].
Give him the cup.
HAMLET
I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile.
Come. [They play.] Another hit. What say you?
LAERTES
A touch, a touch; I do confess't.
KING
Our son shall win.
QUEEN
He's fat, and scant of breath.
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows.
The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
HAMLET
Good madam!
KING
Gertrude, do not drink.
QUEEN
I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me. [Drinks.]
KING [aside]
It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.
HAMLET
I dare not drink yet, madam; by-and-by.
QUEEN
Come, let me wipe thy face.
LAERTES
My lord, I'll hit him now.
KING
I do not think't.
LAERTES [aside]
And yet it is almost against my conscience.
HAMLET
Come for the third, Laertes! You but dally.
pray You Pa** with your best violence;
I am afeard You make a wanton of me.
LAERTES
Say you so? Come on.
[ Play].
OSRIC
Nothing neither way.
LAERTES
Have at you now!
[Laertes wounds Hamlet; then in scuffling, they
change rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes].
KING
Part them! They are incens'd.
HAMLET
Nay come! again!
[The Queen falls.]
OSRIC
Look to the Queen there, ho!
HORATIO
They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?
OSRIC
How is't, Laertes?
LAERTES
Why, as a woodco*k to mine own springe, Osric.
I am justly k**'d with mine own treachery.
HAMLET
How does the Queen?
KING
She sounds to see them bleed.
QUEEN
No, no! the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet!
The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. [Dies.]
HAMLET
O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd.
Treachery! Seek it out.
[Laertes falls.]
LAERTES
It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain;
No medicine in the world can do thee good.
In thee there is not half an hour of 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.
I can no more. The King, the King's to blame.
HAMLET
The point envenom'd too?
Then, venom, to thy work.
[Hurts the King.]
ALL
Treason! treason!
KING
O, yet defend me, friends! I am but hurt.
HAMLET
Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane,
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 d**h come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me!
[Dies.]
HAMLET
Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu!
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 sergeant, d**h,
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.
HORATIO
Never believe it.
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.
Here's yet some liquor left.
HAMLET
As th'art a man,
Give me the cup. Let go! By heaven, I'll ha't.
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 awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story. [March afar off, and shot within.]
What warlike noise is this?
OSRIC
Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
To the amba**adors of England gives
This warlike volley.
HAMLET
O, I die, Horatio!
The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit.
I cannot live to hear the news from England,
But I do prophesy th' election lights
On Fortinbras. He has my dying voice.
So tell him, with th' occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited- the rest is silence.
[Dies.]
HORATIO
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
[March within.]
Why does the drum come hither?
[Enter FORTINBRASand English Amba**adors, with Drum,
Colours, and Attendants.]
FORTINBRAS
Where is this sight?
HORATIO
What is it you will see?
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
FORTINBRAS
This quarry cries on havoc. O proud d**h,
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast struck.
AMBASSADOR
The sight is dismal;
And our affairs from England come too late.
The ears are senseless that should give us bearing
To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd
That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.
Where should We have our thanks?
HORATIO
Not from his mouth,
Had it th' ability of life to thank you.
He never gave commandment for their d**h.
But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
Are here arriv'd, 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. So shall You hear
Of carnal, bloody and unnatural acts;
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters;
Of d**hs put on by cunning and forc'd cause;
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall'n on th' inventors' heads. All this can I
Truly deliver.
FORTINBRAS
Let us haste to hear it,
And call the noblest to the audience.
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune.
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom
Which now, to claim my vantage doth invite me.
HORATIO
Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more.
But let this same be presently perform'd,
Even while men's minds are wild, lest more mischance
On plots and errors happen.
FORTINBRAS
Let four captains
Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage;
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have prov'd most royally; and for his pa**age
The soldiers' music and the rites of war
Speak loudly for him.
Take up the bodies. Such a sight as this
Becomes the field but here shows much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
[Exeunt marching; after the which a peal of ordnance
are shot off.]
THE END