What is he whose grief bears such an emphasis,whose phrase of sorrow conjures the wand'ring stars and makes them stand like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I, Hamlet the Dane.
The devil take thy soul!
The King, the King's to blame.
Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Hamlet finds out about Ophelia's death and him and Laertes begin to fight.
Hamlet agrees to a sword fight with Laertes. Hamlet and the Queen drink from a poisoned cup. Laertes gets injured with his own poisoned sword and tells Hamlet that the King is the reason everyone is going to die. Laertes and the Queen die.
Hamlet forces the King to drink from the poisoned cup. The king dies and Hamlet achieves his revenge. As Hamlet begins to die, he tells Horatio to tell the story of what has happened.