They catch one anothers Rapiers, and both are wounded, Leartes falles downe, the Queene falles downe and dies.
King Looke to the Queene. Queene O the drinke, the drinke, H_amlet_, the drinke. Ham. Treason, ho, keepe the gates. Lords How ist my Lord Leartes? Lear. Euen as a coxcombe should, Foolishly slaine with my owne weapon: Hamlet, thou hast not in thee halfe an houre of life, The fatall Instrument is in thy hand. Vnbated and invenomed: thy mother's poysned That drinke was made for thee. Ham. The poysned Instrument within my hand? Then venome to thy venome, die damn'd villaine: Come drinke, here lies thy vnion here. The king dies. Lear. O he is iustly serued: Hamlet, before I die, here take my hand, And withall, my loue: I doe forgiue thee. Leartes dies. Ham. And I thee, O I am dead Horatio, fare thee well. Hor. No, I am more an antike Roman, Then a Dane, here is some poison left. Ham. Vpon my loue I charge thee let it goe, O fie Horatio, and if thou shouldst die, What a scandale wouldst thou leaue behinde? What tongue should tell the story of our deaths, If not from thee? O my heart sinckes Horatio, Mine eyes haue lost their sight, my tongue his vse: Farewel Horatio, heauen receiue my soule. Ham. dies.
Enter Voltemar and the Ambassadors from England. [I4] enter Fortenbrasse with his traine. Fort. Where is this bloudy fight? Hor. If aught of woe or wonder you'ld behold, Then looke vpon this tragicke spectacle. Fort. O imperious death! how many Princes Hast thou at one draft bloudily shot to death? (land, Ambass. Our ambassie that we haue brought from Eng- Where be these Princes that should heare vs speake? O most most vnlooked for time! vnhappy country. Hor. Content your selues, Ile shew to all, the ground, The first beginning of this Tragedy: Let there a scaffold be rearde vp in the market place, And let the State of the world be there: Where you shall heare such a sad story tolde, That neuer mortall man could more vnfolde. Fort. I haue some rights of memory to this kingdome, Which now to claime my leisure doth inuite mee: Let foure of our chiefest Captaines Beare Hamlet like a souldier to his graue: For he was likely, had he liued, To a prou'd most royall. Take vp the bodie, such a fight as this Becomes the fieldes, but here doth much amisse.