Hamlet
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- Laertes challenges Hamlet to a fencing duel, and this violent affair causes a series of unfortunate events.
- This is too heavy, let me see another.
- This likes me well. These foils have all a length?
- Another hit. What say you?
- A touch, a touch, I do confess.
- He's fat, and scant of breath. Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows; The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet
- Gertrude, do not drink
- I wil, my lord; I pray you, pardon me
- Laertes and King Claudius constructed a plan of vengeance to kill Hamlet by poisoning both Laertes' sword and Hamlet's chalice of wine.
- My lord, I'll hit him now
- I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by
- I do not think't
- *Gertrude drinks poisoned wine and the duel resumes*
- Have at you now!
- Laertes slits Hamlet's arm with the poisoned blade. Hamlet and Laertes then get into a scuffle and Hamlet retrieves Laertes' sword and does the same to him with the blade.
- Part them; they are incensed
- How does the queen?
- No, no the drink, the drink,--O my dear Hamlet--The drink, the drink! I am poison'd
- She wounds to see them bleed
- 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 practise hath turn'd itself on me lo, thy mother's poison'd: I can no more: the king, the king's to blame
- O villainy! Ho! Let the door be lock'd: Treachery! Seek it out
- The point!--envenom'd too! Then, venom to thy work
- Here, thou incestuous , murderous, damned dane, drink off this potion. Is thy union here? Follow my mother
- O, yet defend me; friends; I am but hurt
- Treason! Treason!
- He is justly served; it is a poison temper'd by himself. Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: mine and my father's death come not upon thee, nor thine on me
- The End
- 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, death, is strict in his arrest--O, I could tell you-- but let it be. Horatio, I am dead; thou livest; livest; report me and my cause aright to the unsatisfied
- As thou'rt a man, give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have'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
- Never believe it: I am more an antique Roman than a Dane: Here's yet some liquor left
- O, I die, Horatio; the potent poison quite o'er-crows 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; so tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, which have solicited. The rest is silence
- Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince: and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
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