O my dear Hamlet! The drink, the drink! I am poisoned
She swoons to see them bleed.
Look to the queen there, ho!
They bleed on both sides.
Oh villainy! Ho, let the door be locked. Treachery! Seek it out.
I am justly killed with mine own treachery.
The point envenomed too!-Then, venom, to work
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.