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- HAMLET- Give me your pardon, sir. I’ve done you wrong.But pardon ’t, as you are a gentleman. This presence knows, And you must needs have heard, how I am punished With sore distraction. What I have done,That might your nature, honor, and exceptionRoughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. Was ’t Hamlet wronged Laertes? Never Hamlet.
- LAERTES- I am satisfied in nature, Whose motive in this case should stir me most To my revenge. But in my terms of honor I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement Till by some elder masters, of known honor, I have a voice and precedent of peace To keep my name ungored.
- HAMLETTreachery! Seek it out.
- 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 envenomed. The foul practice Hath turned itself on me.
- HAMLETO, I die, Horatio.The potent poison quite o’ercrows 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 th’ occrrents, more and less,Which have solicited. The rest is silence.O, O, O, O. [dies]
- HORATIONow a noble heart breaks. Good night, sweet prince. May hosts of angels sing you to your sleep. Why are those drums coming near?
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