Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?'
She swounds to see them bleed.
No, no, the drink, the drink,—O my dear Hamlet,—The drink, the drink! I am poison'd.
Good night sweet prince:And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
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 lightsOn Fortinbras: he has my dying voice;So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,Which have solicited. The rest is silence.
The gravediggers are talking and making jokes while they are making graves.
The Queen takes a sip of Hamlets drink unknowingly drinking the poison and the king tries to cover it up.
Hamlet dies and says his final words while Horatio says goodbye.