Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

[last lines] The Royal Court Of Denmark - Laertes,his Son:
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet. Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, nor thine on me. [dies] Hamlet, Prince of Denmark:
Heaven make thee free of it. I follow thee. I am dead, Horatio. [to poisoned Gertrude] Hamlet, Prince of Denmark:
Wretched Queen... adieu. [to all present, keeling and bowing] Hamlet, Prince of Denmark:
You that look pale and tremble at this chance, that are but mutes or audience to this act, had I but time - as this fell sergeant Death is strict in his arrest - O, I could tell you... But let it be. [helped by Horatio to his seat, the throne he's been denied of] Hamlet, Prince of Denmark:
I die, Horatio. The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit. If thou didst ever hold me in they heart, absent thee from felicity awhile, and in this harsh world... draw thy breath in pain to tell my story. The rest... is silence. [dies] Horatio:
Let four captains bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage, for he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royal. And for his passage, the soldiers' music and the rites of war speak loudly for him. Go. Bid the soldiers shoot. [to dead Hamlet] Horatio:
Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. [kisses Hamlet's forehead]