5.2

• 5.2

  Hamlet describes his adventures at sea and his treatment of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. The entire court assembles for the fencing match, in which both Laertes and Hamlet are wounded with the envenomed sword. Gertrude drinks the poisoned goblet that was meant for Hamlet. Hamlet strikes the King with the poisoned rapier and forces him to drink from the goblet. With his dying voice, Hamlet gives the kingdom over to Fortinbras.
• Hamlet

  Rashly - and prais’d be rashness for it
• Hamlet

  There’s a divinity that shapes out ends
• Hamlet

  an exact command, larded with many several sorts of reasons
• Hamlet

  They are not near my conscience
• Horatio

  So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to’t.
• Hamlet

  Does it not, think thee, stand me now upon - he that hath kill’d my king and whor’d my mother…is’t not perfect conscience to quite him with this arm?
• Hamlet

  But I am very sorry, good Horatio, that to Laertes I forgot myself; for by the image of my cause I see the portraiture of his.
• Hamlet

  Dost know this water-fly?
• Horatio

  This lapwing runs away with the shell in his head.
• Hamlet

  Since he went into France, I have been in continual practice. I shall win at the odds.
• Hamlet

  Not a whit. We defy augury. There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ‘tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come, The readiness is all.
• Hamlet

  I am punish’d with a sore distraction…I here proclaim was madness.
• King

  Gertrude, do not drink.

  Queen

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

  She drinks and offers the cup to Hamlet

  King

  [Aside] It is the poison’d cup. It is too late.
• Laertes wounds Hamlet; then, in scuffling, they change rapiers
• He wounds Laertes. The Queen falls.
• Laertes

  Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric. I am justly kill’d with mine own treachery.
• King

  She swoons to see them bleed.

  Queen

  No, no, the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet! The drink, the drink! I am poison’d

  Hamlet

  O villainy! Ho! Let the door be lock’d. Treachery!
• Laertes

  Unbated and envenome’d
• Laertes

  The king - the king’s to blame.
• Hamlet

  The point envenom’d too! Then, venom, to thy work.
• Wounds the King.
• Hamlet

  Here, thou incestuous, murd’rous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion. Is thy union here? Follow my mother.
• Horatio

  Never believe it. I am more an antique Roman than a Dane. Here’s yet some liquor left,
• Hamlet

  If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart…To tell my story.
• Hamlet

  But I do prophesy th’election lights on Fortinbras.
• Horatio

  Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
• Fortinbras

  Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage…To have prov’d most royal; and for his passage, the soldier’s music and the rite of war.