The Poisoned Sword Quotes in Hamlet

Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent: / When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage, / Or in th’incestuous pleasure of his bed, / At gaming, swearing; or about some act / That has no relish of salvation in’t, / Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, / And that his soul may be as damn’d and black / As hell, whereto it goes.

Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric. I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.

The point envenom'd too! Then, venom, to thy work.

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 bought an unction of a mountebank / So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, / Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, / Collected from all simples that have virtue / Under the moon, can save the thing from death / This is but scratch’d withal.

I’ll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignorance / Your skill shall like a star i’ th’ darkest night, / Stick fiery off indeed.

[_Aside._] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.

It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain. / No medicine in the world can do thee good. / In thee there is not half an hour of life; / The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, / Unbated and envenom’d.