Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. Oh my deere Hamlet, the drinke, the drinke,
Qu. I am poyson'd.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. Oh Villany! How? Let the doore be lock'd.
Ham. Treacherie, seeke it out.
Laer. Laer.
Laer. it is heere Hamlet.
Laer. Hamlet, thou art slaine,
Laer. No Medicine in the world can do thee good.
Laer. In thee, there is not halfe an houre of life;
Laer. The Treacherous Instrument is in thy hand,
Laer. Vnbated and envenom'd: the foule practise
Laer. Hath turn'd it selfe on me. Loe, heere I lye,
Laer. Neuer to rise againe: Thy Mothers poyson'd:
Laer. I can no more, the King, the King's too blame.
Ham. The point envenom'd too,
Ham. Then venome to thy worke.
Ham. Hurts the King.
All. All.