The Poisoned Cup Quotes in Hamlet

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

Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, / Drink off this potion. Is thy union here? / Follow my mother.

Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole / With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, / And in the porches of my ears did pour / The leperous distilment,

Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing, / Confederate season, else no creature seeing; / Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, / With Hecate’s ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, / Thy natural magic and dire property / On wholesome life usurp immediately.

When in your motion you are hot and dry, / As make your bouts more violent to that end, / And that he calls for drink, I’ll have prepar’d him / A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping, / If he by chance escape your venom’d stuck, / Our purpose may hold there.

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

And in the cup an union shall he throw / Richer than that which four successive kings / In Denmark’s crown have worn.

[_Aside._] It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.