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Hamlet. I dare not drink yet, madam—by and by.
Qyeen. Come, let me wipe thy face. [she does so
Laertes [to the King]. My lord, I'll hit him now.
King. I do not think't.
kLaertes. And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.
Hamlet. 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.
Laertes. Say you so? come on.

They play the third bout
Osric. Nothing neither way. [they break off
300 Laertes [suddenly]. Have at you now!
[he takes Hamlet off his guard and wounds
him slightly,- Hamlet enraged closes with
u
him, and in scuffling they change rapiers'"
King. Part them, they are incensed.
Hamlet [attacks'}' Nay, come again, [the Qyeen falls
Osric. Look to the queen there, ho!
[Hamlet wounds Laertes deeply
Horatio. They bleed on both sides!—how is it,
my lord? [Laertes falls
Osric [tending him]. How is't, Laertes?
(Laertes. Why, as a woodcock to my own
springe, Osric!
I am justly killed with mine own treachery.
Hamlet. How does the queen ?
King. She swoons to see them bleed.
Qyeen. No, no, the drink, the drink—O my
dear Hamlet—
The drink, the drink! I am poisoned! [she dies
Hamlet. O villainy! ho! let the door be locked—
310 Treachery! seek it out.