An earnest conjuration from the king, As England was his faithful tributary, As love between them like the palm might flourish, As peace should stiff her wheaten garland wear And stand a comma 'tween their amities And many suchlike "as's" of great charge, That, on the view and knowing of these content, without debatement further, more or less, He should the bearers put to sudden death, Not shriving time allowed.
How was this sealed
Stay, give me drink.-Hamlet, this pearl is thine. Here's to thy health... Give me the cup.
I'll play this bout first. Set it by a while. Come.
She swoons to see them bleed.
No, No, the drink, the drink!-O my dear Hamlet! The drink, the drink! I am poisoned. (dies)