Hamlet
The point envenom’d too!
Then, venom, to thy work.
Stabs the King .
All
Treason! treason!
King
O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt.
Hamlet
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?
Follow my mother.
King dies.
Laertes
He is justly served;
It is a poison temper’d by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:
Mine and my father’s death come not upon thee,