Hamlet: Give me your pardon, sir. I've done you wrong;
But pardon't as you are a gentleman.

Laertes: I am satisfied in nature,
Whose motives in this case should stir me most
To my revenge.
I do receive your offered love like love,
And will not wrong it.

Hamlet: Give us the foils. Come on.

Laertes: Come, one for me.

Hamlet: I'll be your foil, Laertes. In mine ignorance
Your skill shall, like a star i'th'darkest night,
Stick fiery off indeed.

Laertes: You mock me, sir.

Hamlet: No, by this hand.

Osric: A hit, a very palpable hit.

Claudius: Stay. Give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine. Here's to thy health.--

Hamlet: I'll play this bout first. Set it by a while.-- Come.

Gertrude: The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.

Hamlet: Good madam.

Claudius: Gertrude, do not drink.

Gertrude: I will, my lord, I pray you pardon me.

Claudius: [aside] It is the poisoned cup; it is too late.

Come for the third, Laertes, you but dally.
I pray you pass woth your best violence.
I am afeard you make a wanton of me.

Laertes: Say you so? Come on.

Laertes: Have at you now!

Claudius: Part them, they are incensed.

Hamlet: Nay, come again.

Laertes: I am justly killed with my own treachery.

Claudius: She swoons to see them bleed.

Gertrude: No, no, the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet, The drink, the drink -- I am poisoned.

Hamlet: O villainy! Ho! Let the door be locked!
treachery, seek it out.

Laertes: It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain.
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
Unbated and envenomed. The foul practice 
Hath turned itself on me. THy mother's poisoned.
I can no more. The King, the King's to blame.

Hamlet: The point envenomed too? Then, venom, to thy work.

Claudius: O yet defend me, friends! I am but hurt.

Hamlet: Here, thou incestusous, murd'rous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?
Follow my mother.

Laertes: He is justly served.
It is a poison tempered by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me.

Hamlet: Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.

Hamlet: I am dead, Horatio! Report me and my cause aright
To the unsatisfied.

Horatio: Never believe it.
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.
Here's yet some liquor left.

Hamlet: As thou'rt a man,
Give me the cup. Let go. By heaven, I'll ha't.
O God, Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity a while,
And in this harsh wrold draw thy breath in pain
To tell my story.

Horatio: Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Horatio: Why does the drum come hither?

Fortinbras: Where is this sight?

Horatio: What is it ye would see?
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.

Ambassador: The sight is dismal,
And our affairs from England come too late.
The ears are seneseless that should give us hearing
To tell him his commandment is fulfilled,
That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.
Where should we have our thanks?

Fortinbras: For me, with sorrow I embeace my fortune.
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.

Fortinbras: Let four captains
Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage,
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have proved most royally; and for his passage,
The soliders' music and the rites of war
Speak loudly for him.
Take up the body. Such a sight as this
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.