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By john de herrera (about the author)
Become a Fan -- Page 10 of 12 page(s)
LAERTES
It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, you're doomed. No medicine in
the world will do you any good. You have minutes left.
(Laertes drops to his knees.)
LAERTES (CONT'D)
The weapon in your hand was poisoned. The scheme has turned
itself on me.
(He drops to the ground.)
LAERTES (CONT'D)
Look, here I lie, never to rise again. Your mother poisoned.
The king--the king's to blame.
HAMLET
Then venom to your work!
(Hamlet wounds Claudius. The court
gasps/screams.)
CLAUDIUS
Defend me friends, I am wounded.
(Hamlet grabs dagger and poisoned
drink.)
HAMLET
(holding dagger to neck of
Claudius)
Here you incestuous, murderous Dane--drink!
(Claudius drinks.)
HAMLET (CONT'D)
Finish it. Is your pearl there? Follow the Queen.
(Claudius falls to ground.)
LAERTES
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet. Be free of mine
and my father's death, and free me of yours.
(Laertes dies.)
HAMLET
Heaven make thee free of it. I follow. Sad Queen, farewell.
Horatio, I'm dying. (To court.) You who look pale and
tremble, had I but time, oh I could tell you, but let it be.
Horatio, I'm dead, you live; recount my tale.
Become a Fan -- Page 10 of 12 page(s)
It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, you're doomed. No medicine in
the world will do you any good. You have minutes left.
(Laertes drops to his knees.)
LAERTES (CONT'D)
The weapon in your hand was poisoned. The scheme has turned
itself on me.
(He drops to the ground.)
LAERTES (CONT'D)
Look, here I lie, never to rise again. Your mother poisoned.
The king--the king's to blame.
HAMLET
Then venom to your work!
(Hamlet wounds Claudius. The court
gasps/screams.)
CLAUDIUS
Defend me friends, I am wounded.
(Hamlet grabs dagger and poisoned
drink.)
HAMLET
(holding dagger to neck of
Claudius)
Here you incestuous, murderous Dane--drink!
(Claudius drinks.)
HAMLET (CONT'D)
Finish it. Is your pearl there? Follow the Queen.
(Claudius falls to ground.)
LAERTES
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet. Be free of mine
and my father's death, and free me of yours.
(Laertes dies.)
HAMLET
Heaven make thee free of it. I follow. Sad Queen, farewell.
Horatio, I'm dying. (To court.) You who look pale and
tremble, had I but time, oh I could tell you, but let it be.
Horatio, I'm dead, you live; recount my tale.
I'm a writer/artist/activist from California, with a degree in Creative Studies from the University of California at Santa Barbara. I've been an advocating for the convention clause of Article V since 2001.
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Congratulations are in order
by Ferdinand on Wednesday, Jun 11, 2008 at 2:58:37 PM
thank you ferdinand
by john de herrera on Wednesday, Jun 11, 2008 at 8:03:03 PM