Here, Hamlet, take my napkin,' rub thy brows: The queen carouses2 to thy fortune, Hamlet. Ham. Good madam,

King.

Gertrude, do not drink. Queen. I will, my lord;-I pray you, pardon me. King. It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.

[Aside. Ham. I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by. Queen. Come, let me wipe thy face. Laer. My lord, I'll hit him now.

I do not think it.

King.
Laer. 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 wanton3 of me.

Laer. Say you so? come on.
Osr. Nothing neither way.

Laer. Have at you now.

[They play.

[Laertes wounds Hamlet; then, in scuffling, they change rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes.

King.

Part them, they are incens'd. Ham. Nay, come again. [The Queen falls. Look to the queen there, ho!

Osr.

Hor. They bleed on both sides:-How is it, my lord?

Osr. How is't, Laertes ?

Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe,
Osric;

I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
Ham. How does the queen?

King.

Hamlet!

She swoons to see them bleed.

Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink,-O my dear

The drink, the drink ;-I am poison'd!

[Dies.

(1) Handkerchief. (2) Drinks good luck to you.

(3) Boy.

Ham. O villany!-Ho! let the door be lock'd: Treachery! seek it out. [Laertes falls. Laer. 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: the foul practice 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. [Stabs the King. Osr.& Lords. Treason! treason!

King. O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt. Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane,

Drink off this potion :-Is the union here?

Follow my mother.

Laer.

[King dies,

He is justly serv'd; It is a poison temper'd2 by himself.Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: Mine and my father's death come not upon thee; Nor thine on me!

[Dies.

!

Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
I am dead, Horatio:-Wretched queen, adieu!-
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,3 death,
Is strict in his arrest,) O, I could tell you,-
But let it be ---Horatio, I am dead;

Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright
To the unsatisfied.

Hor.

Never believe it;
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane,
Here's yet some liquor left.

(1) The foil without a button, and poisoned at the point.

(2) Mixed. (3) A sergeant is a sheriff's officer.

As thou'rt a man,—

Ham. Give me the cup; let go; by heaven I'll have it.O God!-Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me? If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity a while,

And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.

[March afar off, and shot within.

What warlike noise is this?

Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come
from Poland,

To the ambassadors of England gives
This warlike volley.

Ham.

O, I die, Horatio;

The potent poison quite o'er-crows1 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,2 more or less,
Which have solicited,3-The rest is silence. [Dies:
Hor. Now cracks a noble heart;-Good night,
sweet prince;

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Why does the drum come hither? [March within.

Enter Fortinbras, the English Ambassadors, and others.

Fort. Where is this sight?

What is it, you would see?

Hor. If aught of wo, or wonder, cease your search. Fort. This quarry4 cries on havoc !5-O proud

death!

What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,

That thou so many princes, at a shot,

(4) Heap of dead game.

(3) Incited.

(5) A word of censure when more game was destroyed than was reasonable.

So bloodily hast struck?

1 Amb.

The sight is dismal;
And our affairs from England come too late :
The ears are senseless, that should give us hearing,
To tell him, his commandment is fulfill'd,

That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead:
Where should we have our thanks?

Hor.
Not from his mouth,1
Had it the ability of life to thank you;

He never gave commandment for their death.
But since, so jump2 upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack3 wars, and you from England,
Are here arriv'd; give order, that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view;
And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world,
How these things come about: So shall you
hear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts;
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters;
Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause;
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook

Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I
Truly deliver.

Fort.

Let us haste to hear it,
And call the noblest to the audience.

For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune;
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.

Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak, And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more: But let this same be presently perform'd,

Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance,

On plots and errors, happen.

Fort.
Let four captains
Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
For he was likely, had he been put on,

To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage,
The soldier's music, and the rites of war,

(1) i. e. The king's. (2) By chance. (3) Polish.

Speak loudly for him.—

Take up the bodies:-Such a sight as this
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.

[A dead march. [Exeunt, bearing off the bodies; after which, a peal of ordnance is shot off.

:

If the dramas of Shakspeare were to be characterised, each by the particular excellence which distinguishes it from the rest, we must allow to the tragedy of Hamlet the praise of variety. The incidents are so numerous, that the argument of the play would make a long tale. The scenes are interchangeably diversified with merriment and solemnity with merriment that includes judicious and instructive observations; and solemnity not strained by poetical violence above the natural sentiments of man. New characters appear from time to time in continual succession, exhibiting various forms of life, and particular modes of conversation. The pretended madness of Hamlet causes much mirth, the mournful distraction of Ophelia fills the heart with tenderness, and every personage produces the effect intended, from the apparition that, in the first act, chills the blood with horror, to the fop in the last, that exposes affectation to just contempt.

The conduct is, perhaps, not wholly secure against objections. The action is, indeed, for the most part, in continual progression; but there are some scenes which neither forward nor retard it. Of the feigned madness of Hamlet there appears no adequate cause, for he does nothing which he might not have done with the reputation of sanity. He plays the madman most, when he treats Ophelia with so much rudeness, which seems to be useless and wanton cruelty.

Hamlet is, through the whole piece, rather an in