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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:15:31 GMT
HAMLET
Nay, come, again.
QUEEN GERTRUDE falls
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:16:47 GMT
OSRIC
Look to the queen there, ho!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:16:58 GMT
HORATIO
They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:17:09 GMT
OSRIC
How is't, Laertes?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:17:29 GMT
LAERTES
Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric;
I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:17:42 GMT
HAMLET
How does the queen?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:17:53 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
She swounds to see them bleed.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:18:06 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
No, no, the drink, the drink,--O my dear Hamlet,--
The drink, the drink! I am poison'd.
Dies
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:18:19 GMT
HAMLET
O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd:
Treachery! Seek it out.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:18:30 GMT
LAERTES
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 of life;
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practise
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.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:18:46 GMT
HAMLET
The point!--envenom'd too!
Then, venom, to thy work.
Stabs KING CLAUDIUS
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:19:05 GMT
All
Treason! treason!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:19:15 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:19:29 GMT
HAMLET
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?
Follow my mother.
KING CLAUDIUS dies
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 4:19:39 GMT
LAERTES
He is justly served;
It is a poison temper'd by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me.
Dies
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