The Outcome

An eye for an eye young Hamlet!

Do not let him insult you so

Ho! Gertrude falls!?

What devilry is this! 

What Madness!!!

Ahh, the cup... Hamlet the cup

She has been poisoned

Are you satisfied Claudius?
O brother, your hands will never be wipe clean

Confession will not be available 

Young Hamlet finally acts...

The drink meant for him has slain you

And now my poor boy falls

What a tragedy is this?!

All by an otherwordly hand...

My hand...

And as mist does after dawn

I vanish...