Hamlet: 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 lights
On Fortinbras : he has my dying voice ;
So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited. – The rest is silence.
Horatio: How cracks a noble heart.
– Good night, sweet prince ;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest !
Hamlet: –Begin, murderer : pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin.
Come : –the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.
Lucianus: Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing ;
Confederate season, else no creature seeing ;
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
With Hecate’s ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,
Thy natural magic and dire property,
On wholesome life usurp immediately.
[Pours the poisin into the Sleeper’s ears.
Hamlet: He poisons him i’ the garden for’s estate.
His name’s Gonzago : the story is extant, and writ in choice Italian You shall see anon, how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago’s wife.
Ophelia: The king rises.
Hamlet: What ! frighted with false fire ?
Queen: How fares my lord ?
Polonius: Give o’er the play.
King: Give me some light ! –away !
All: Lights, lights, lights !
[exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO.
Hamlet: Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play ;
For some must watch, while some must sleep :
Thus runs the world away.
Ghost: Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
Ghost: Murder most foul, an in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Hamlet: Haste me to know’t, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
Ghost: I find thee apt ;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear.
‘T is given out, that, sleeping in mine orchard,
A serpent stung me ; so the whole ear of Denmark
is by a forged process of my death
Ranky abus’d ; but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father’s life
Now wears his crown.