No, no, the drink, the drink!—O my dear Hamlet! The drink, the drink! I am poisoned.
O villainy! Ho, let the door be locked. Treachery! Seek it out.
It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain. The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Unbated and envenomed. The foul practice Hath turned itself on me. Lo, here I lie, Never to rise again. Thy mother’s poisoned. I can no more. The king, the king’s to blame.
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 the election lights on Fortinbras. He has my dying voice.
Let four captains Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage, for he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally. And, for his passage,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.
Laertes and Hamlet continue to duel, but Laertes sword is poisoned with a lethal poison that can kill a person with a single scratch. Laertes scratches Hamlet and in a scuffle they pick up each other's swords and Hamlet stabs Laertes. Hamlet sees Gertrude swoon and hears her cry out that her drink had been poisoned. Enraged, he kills Claudius.
Hamlet tells Horatio that he is dead, and asks him to tell his story. He also asks Horatio to ensure that Fortinbras receives the crown after his passing.
As Hamlet wished, Fortinbras is crowned as the king of Denmark.