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Credit: Hamlet, a dramatic prelude, in five acts / by James Rush. Source: Wellcome Collection.
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![Fur. Hold, my lord, more will betray you quite. Enter Arno hastily, dressed like Hamlet. Arno. I've broke upon your council— Claud. This is the cunning parliament you spoke of. [Claudius draws a dagger and makes towards Arno.'] Glorio!—now's the time. [Arno seeks protection from Furloe.] Fur. God stay thy hand. [Furloe interferes ivith Claudius.] Thy swimming eyes see not the Prince. [Claudius disengages himself from Furloe.] Claud. Then I'll feel for him. [Striking Arno, who falls.] Arno. Mercy, Claudius! 'tis I. Claud. Yes, he's under the clothes.—So,—to sleep. Fur. Look, my lord ! Who hast thou slain ? Claud. Say, who'll now be king ? Arno. Thou shalt; and then remember—this Aruo helped thee to it. Claud. Arno? [Claudius looks with a moment of attention on Arno.] This sight confounds still more the sense, whose wild eonfusion made it. How came this Arno—Hamlet ? Arno. Of such mistakes as often fall on cunning. How came this Claudius—demon ? Claud. Sobriety, new-born of wonder, sees the cause within that damned cup. Arno. Ambition, Claudius, is that damned cup, which to thy misty sense, could make a dagger seem the likeness of thy gratitude. That chief of wonders— Death, has made me sober too,—to find I've been thy dupe. But well I know, thy drunken hopes will come again, when thou hast thrown some sand of thy con- trivance, on this spot of blood: and this prophetic hour, which cannot use a lie, sees other deeds of madness in thee. Hamlet, this revenged apparel tells me how I've wronged thee. [Arno dies.](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b21152081_0115.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)
