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SCENE III.--ROOM IN THE CASTLE.

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SCENE III.--ROOM IN THE CASTLE.

William Shakespeare · about 5 minutes

SCENE III.--ROOM IN THE CASTLE.

KING _and_ QUEEN, _on a dais_, LAERTES (R.), LORDS (R.),
LADIES (L.), OSRIC (R.) _and_ Attendants, _with Foils, &c.,
discovered_ (R.H.); _Tables_ (R. _and_ L.)--
_Flourish of Trumpets._

_Enter_ HAMLET _and_ HORATIO (L.H.)

King. Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.

Ham. (offering his hand to LAERTES) Give me your pardon, sir: I have done you wrong; But pardon it, as you are a gentleman. Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil Free me so far in your most generous thoughts, That I have shot my arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother.

Laer. (R.) I am satisfied in nature, Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most To my revenge. I do receive your offer'd love like love, And will not wrong it.

Ham. I embrace it freely: And will this brother's wager frankly play. Give us the foils.

Laer. Come, one for me.

Ham. I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance Your skill shall, like a star i'the darkest night, Stick fiery off indeed.[68]

Laer. You mock me, sir.

Ham. No, by this hand.

King. Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet, You know the wager?

Ham. Very well, my lord; Your grace hath laid the odds o'the weaker side.

King. I do not fear it; I have seen you both: But since he's better'd,[69] we have therefore odds.

Laer. This is too heavy, let me see another.

Ham. This likes me well. These foils have all a length?

Osr. Ay, my good lord.

King. Set me the stoups of wine[70] upon that table.--

[Pages _exeunt_ R. _and_ L.]

If Hamlet give the first or second hit, Or quit[71] in answer to the third exchange, Let all the battlements their ordnance fire; The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath; And in the cup an union shall he throw,[72] Richer than that which four successive kings In Denmark's crown have worn.

[Pages _return with wine._]

      Give me the cup;

And let the kettle[73] to the trumpet speak, The trumpet to the cannoneer without, The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth, Now the king drinks to Hamlet.--Come, begin; And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.

Ham. Come on, sir.

Laer. Come, my lord.

[_They play._]

Ham. One.

Laer. No.

Ham. Judgment.

Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.

Laer. Well:--again.

King. Stay; give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine;

[_Drops poison into the goblet._]

Here's to thy health.

[_Pretends to drink._]
[_Trumpets sound; and cannon shot off within._]

Give him the cup.

Ham. I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile.

[Page _places the goblet on table_, L.]

Come. Another hit; What say you?

[_They play._]

Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess.

King. Our son shall win.

Queen. The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.[74]

Ham. Good madam!----

[_Trumpets sound._]

King. Gertrude, do not drink.

Queen. I have, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.

King. It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.

[_Aside._]

Laer. I'll hit him now And yet it is almost against my conscience.

[_Aside._]

Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes: You do but dally; I pray you, pass with your best violence; I am afeard you make a wanton of me.[75]

Laer. Say you so? come on.

[_They play._]

[LAERTES _wounds_ HAMLET; _then, in scuffling they change
Rapiers, and_ HAMLET _wounds_ LAERTES.]

King. Part them; they are incensed.

Ham. Nay, come, again.

[_The_ QUEEN _falls back in her chair._]

Osr.

(_Supporting_ LAERTES, R.)

Look to the queen there, ho!

Hor.

(_Supporting_ HAMLET, L.)

How is it, my lord?

Osr. How is't, Laertes?

Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe,[76] Osric; I am justly killed with mine own treachery.

Ham. How does the queen?

King. She swoons to see them bleed.

Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink,--O, my dear Hamlet,-- The drink, the drink! I am poison'd.

[_The_ QUEEN _is conveyed off the stage by her attendant_
Ladies, _in a dying state_, L.H.U.E.]

Ham. O villainy! Ho! let the doors be lock'd: Treachery! seek it out.

[LAERTES _falls._]

Laer. (R.) It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; No medicine in the world can do thee good, In thee there is not half an hour's life; The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Unbated and envenom'd:[77] the foul practice[78] Hath turn'd itself on me; lo, here I lie, Never to rise again: Thy mother's poison'd: I can no more: the king, the king's to blame.

Ham. The point Envenom'd too! Then, venom, to thy work. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damnèd Dane, Follow my mother.

[_Stabs the_ KING, _who is borne away by his attendants,
mortally wounded_, R.H.U.E.]

Laer. He is justly serv'd; Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, Nor thine on me!

[_Dies._]

Ham. (C.) Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. You that look pale and tremble at this chance, That are but mutes or audience to this act, Had I but time (as this fell sergeant, death,[79] Is strict in his arrest), O, I could tell you,-- But let it be. Horatio, Report me and my cause aright To the unsatisfied.

Hor. (L.) Never believe it: I am more an antique Roman than a Dane: Here's yet some liquor left.

[_Seizing the goblet on table_, L.]

Ham. As thou'rt a man,-- Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have it.

[_Dashes the goblet away._]

O good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me![80] If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absènt thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.-- O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit;[81] The rest is silence.

[_Dies_, C., OSRIC _on his_ R., _and_ HORATIO _on his_ L.]

_Dead March afar off._

_Curtain slowly descends._

THE END.

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