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Ham. I dare not drink yet, Madam; by and by
[Afde. Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes, you but dally, I
pray you, pass with your best violence; I am afraid you make a wanton of me. Laer. Say you fo come on.
[Play Ofr. Nothing neither way. Laer. Have at you now.
[Laertes wounds 'Hamlet; then, in feufling,
they change Rapiers, and Hamlet wounds
How is't, my Ofr. How is't, Laertes ?
Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, I'm justly killed with mine own treachery.
Ham. How does the Queen?
Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink
[Queen dies. Ham. Oh villainy! ho ! let the door be locked: Treachery ! feck it out----
Laer. It is here, Hamlet, thou art flain;
(75) The treacherous infirument is in the hand,
Unbated and enrenomea :) The King, in the fourth act, in the scene betwixt nim and Laertes, says;
So that with case,
Unbated and ervenomed: the foul practice
Ham. The point envenomed too?
All. Treason, treason.
Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned
at this chance,
Or with a little shuffing, you may
chure A sword unbated, and in a pass of practice Requite him for
A sword unbaited-
There are many passages in our
But doch rebate and blunt his natural edge
Meal for Meals.
Love's Labour Loft.
Turned on themselves like dull and heavy lead.
As far as her proud scorning him could bate,
2 Henry IV.
Had I but time, (as this fell ferjeant death
Hor. Never, believe it,
Ham. As th'art a man,
Enter OSRIC. Ofr. Yoring Fortinbras, with conquest come from To the aroballadors of England gives [Poland, This wadike volley.
Ham. 0,1 die, Horatio : The potent poison quite o'ergrows my fpirit: I cannot live to hear the news from England. But I do prophesy, th'election lights On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice; So tell him, with th' occurrents more or less, Which have follicited.---The rest is filence. [Dies, Hor. Now cracks a noble heart; good-night,
sweet Prince ; And flights of angels fing thee to thy rest! Why does the drum come hither? Enter FOR T I NBRAS, and English Ambassadors, with
Drum, Colours, and Attendants. Fort. Where is this fight?
Hor. What is it
Amb. The fight is dismal,
Hor. Not from his mouth, Had it th' ability of life to thank you : He never gave commandment for their death. (77) But fince to full upon this bloody question, You from the Polack wars, and you from England, Are here arrived ; give order, that these bodies, High on a stage be placed to the view, And let me speak to th' yet unknowing world, How these things came about. So thall you lear Of cruel, bloody, and unnatural acts; Of accidental judgments, casual ilaughters; (76)
-7h, priui Death! Il hat fent is toward in thy eternal cell,! This epithet, I think, has no great propriety here. I have chore the reading of the old Quarto editions, infernal. This communicates an image fuitable to the circumstance of the liavoc which Fo tinbras looks on and would represent in a light of houer. Upoa the light of so many dead bodies, he exclaims against Death, as an execrable, riotous destroyer, and as preparing to make a favage aod keltilli feast.
(77) He never gave commandment for their death.! Vemur either believe the Poet bad forgot himself with regarvi torbe circumstance of Rofincrantz and Guildenfern's death, er we must understand him thus; that he no otherways give a conimand for their deaths, than in putting a change upon the tenour of the King's commillion, and warding oil the fatal fentence from his own head. VOL. XII.
Of deaths put on by cunning, and forced cause;
Fort. Let us haste to hear it,
Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak, And from his mouth whose voice will draw on Butlet this fame be presently performed, [more: (78) Even while mens minds are wild, left more misOn plots and errors happen.
[chance Fort. Let four captains Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage ; For he was likely, had he been put on, To have proved most royally. And for his passage, The soldier's music, and the rites of war Speak loudly for him------Take up
the body: such a fight as this Becomes the field, but here thews much amifs, Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
[Exeunt, marching : after which, a peal of
Ordnance is mhot off (78) And from his mouth, while voice will draw no more :) This is the reading of the old Quartos, but certainly a miltaken one. We say, a man will no more draw breath, but ibat a man's voice will draw no more is, I believe, an exprethon without any authority. I chuse to espouse the reading of the elder Folio,
And from his mouth, whose voice will draw on more. And this is the Poet's meaning. Hamlei, just before his death, had said;
But I do prophesy, the election lights
So tell him, &c. Accordingly, Horatio here delivers that message, and very juniy iafers that Hamlet's voice will be seconded by others, and procure them in favour of Fortinbras's succellion.