The King's Aside Continued

It is the poison’d cup: it is too late.
Perhaps it was too late the second King Hamlet died, but the rewards I have received for committing the act, still and will always possess me. My crown, mine own ambition and my queen that once belonged to my brother prevent forgiveness of my foul murder. Now I lose my queen in the same way I took my brother. O, the sorrow. Yet I must not reveal what I have done, for losing my queen outweighs losing everything I have worked so hard for. I fear the nights will be long and cold without her. The rain from the sweet heavens would drown Denmark if there were enough to wash these cursed hands as white as snow. This would not have happened had Hamlet simply arrived at England as planned. The suffering of tonight would have been the imagined nightmares of children. Hamlet must die if I am to remain King. O, how I wish he was as easy to kill as his father. Laertes will succeed. How can he lose when his point is uncapped and envenom’d while Hamlet’s remains dull and harmless. The cup, should he escape the venom’d sword as he escaped England shall do the trick. One sip and he shall be done for. But how can I keep the loyalty of Denmark should Laertes win the duel. They will be expecting the winner to drink from the cup. What I must say then? A sleight of hand after Hamlet has been struck. There is another cup I can switch it for yet I fear that someone may see me. I can do nothing should that happen. I cannot explain why Hamlet must drink from the cup while Laertes must not. Alas, it is too late and what will be, will be.