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Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane,
Laer. He is justly serv'd. -
[Takes the Cup from FRANCISCO. I am more an antique Roman than a Dane, Here's yet some liquor left. Ham. As thou’rt a man, —
[Snatches the Cup. Give me the
go; by Heaven, I'll have it. -
-O, I die, Horatio !-
[He dies. Hor. Now cracks a noble heart :
-Good night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest ! 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 came about.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,
up the bodies :-Such a sight as this Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
[A Dead March.-Exeunt.