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vent God, might it not?

JBor, It might, my lord.

Ham, Or of a courtier ; which oonld say, ** Gkx>d-
morrow, sweet lord ! How dost thou, sood lord?"
This might be my lord Such-aK>ne, that praised
my lord Such-a-6ne's horse, when he meant to beg
it; might it not?

Hot, Av, my lord.

Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my lady Worm's :
chapless, and knocked about the mazzard with a
sexton's spade: Here's fine revolution, if we had
the trick to sect Did these bones cost no more
the breeding, but to pUy at loggats with them ?
mine ache to thmk ont.

1 do. A pickaxe, and a spade, a spade.
For— and a shrouding sheet :
O^ pit of daj for to be made
rot such a guest is meet. [ThrowtnpaSouU.

Earn, There*s another! Why might not that
be the scull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits
now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his
tricks? Why does he suffer this rude knave
now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty
shovel, and will not tell him of his action of
battery? Humph I This fellow might be in's
time a great buver of bind, with his statutes, his
recognisances, ois fines, his double vouchers,
his recoveries: Is this the fine of his fines,
and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his
fine pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch
him no more of his purchases, and double ones
too, than the length and breadth of a pair of
indentures ? The very . oonveyancee of his lands
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will hardljlie in this box; and must he inhe-
ritor himself hav6 no more? ha I

Hot, Not a jot more, my lord.

Ham, Is nut parchment made of sheep-skins?

Jlor, Ay, my lord, and of calves'-skhis too.

Ham, They are sheep, and calves, that seek oat
tssurance in that I will speak to this fellow:—
Whose grave's this, sir ?

1 Clo. Mine, sir. —

O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.

Ham, I think it be thine, indeed; for thoa
liest in*t

1 Cio, Yon lie oat ont, sir, and therefore it is
not jours : for my part, I do not lie in*t, and yet
It is mine.

Ham, Thoa dost lie in*t, to be in% and say
it is thine: 'tis for the dead, not for the quick ;
therefore thou liest.

1 Clo, *Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again,
from me to yon.

Ham, What man dost thoa dig it for?

1 Clo. For no man, sir.

Ham, What woman then?

1 CUh For none neither.

Ham, Who is to be buried in^?

1 Clo, One that was a woman, sir ; bat, rest her
sonl. she*s dead.

nam. How absolute the knave is! we most
speak by the card, or eouivocation will undo us.
By the lord, Horatio, these three years I have
taken note of it; the age is grown so picked, tliat
the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of
the courtier, he galls his kibe« — Uow long hast
thoa been a grave-maker?

1 CU). Of all the days i* the year, I came to*t
that day that our la»t king liamiet overcame
Fortinbras.

Ham, How long is that since ?

1 Clo, Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell
that: It was the very day that young Hamlet was
born: he that was mad, and sent into England.

Ham, Ay, marry, why was he sent to England ?

1 Clo, Why, because be was mad: he shall
recover his wits there ; or, if he do not, it's no
great matter there.

Ham, Why?

1 Clo, 'Twill not be seen in him ; there the men
are as mad as he.

Ham, How came he mad?

1 Clo. Very strangely, they say.

Ham* How strangely ?

1 CU), 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits.

Ham, Upon what ground ?

1 Clo, Why, here in Denmark. I have been
sextun here, man and boy, thirty years.

Ham, How long will a man lie i' the earth ere
be rot?

1 Clo, Taith, if he be not rotten before he die
^as we have many pocky corses now-a-day5!, that
m\\ scarce hold the laying in), he will last you
some eight year, or nine year: a tanner will last
you nine year.

Ham, W by he more than another ?

1 Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his
trade, that he will keep out water a great while :
and yoar water is a sore decayer of your whoreson
dead body. Here^ a scull now : this scull has
lain in the earth three-and-twenty years.

Ham, Whose was it ?

1 Clo, A whoreson mad fellow's it \ras; Wboee
do you think it was?

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1 Clo, A pestilence on him for a mad rogue t a
poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head onoe.
This same scull, sir; this same tcuU, sir, was
Yorick'tf skull, the king's Jester.

Ham, This?

1 Clo, E'en that

Ham, Let me see. Alas poor Torickt— I knew
him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most
excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a
thousand times ; and now how abhorred my ima-
gination is I my gorge rises at it. Here hung those
lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where
be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs?
your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set
the table on a roar ? Not one now to mock yoor
own jeering? quite chap-fallen? Now get yon to
my lady's diamber, and tell her, let her paint an
inch thick, to this favour she must come; maki
her laugh at that — Prithee, Horatio, tell me one
thing.

Hot, What's that, my lord ?

Ham, Dost thou thii^ Alexander looked o* this
Cub ion i* the earth?

J^or. E'en so..

Ham. And smelt so? pnh I [TlaxnMdoumtheteMtL

Hot, E'en so, my lord.

Ham, To what b&se uses we may return, Hcratiol
Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of
Alexander, till be Bud it stopping a bung-hole?

Hot, 'Twere to consider too curiously, to ooo>
si«ler so.

Ham^ No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him
thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to
lead it As thus : Alexander died, Alexander %raa
buried, Alexander retumeth into dust ; the dust
is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why ol
that loam, whereto he was oonverted, might tbqf
not stop a beer-barrel ?

Imperial Caesar, dead, and tam*d to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away:
O, that that earth, which kept the world m awe,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter*^ flaw:
But soft I but soft! aside :— Here comes the king,

Enier Priests, <£e. mjWYJcesnitMi ; iht corpse o/Ophb-
UA, Labrtbs and Moumen foUomng ; Euro,
Queen, their Thwis, dbc

The queen, the courtiers: Who is that they fellow?
And with such maimed ritesi This doth betoken,
The corse they follow did with desperate hand
Fordo its own life. Twas of some estate :
Couch we awhile, and mark.

[Retiring wiih Hoeatio.

Jjoer, What ceremony else?

Ham, This is Uiertes,

A very noble youth : Mark.

Jjoer. What ceremony else?

1 Priest, Herobsequies have been as fiir enlarge
As we have warranties : Her death was doubtful ;
And, but that great command o'erswaysthe order,
She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd
Till the last trumpet : for charitable prayers.
Shards, flints, ana pebbles, should be thrown oo

her.
Yet here she is allowed her virgin rites.
Her maiden strewments, and the bringing hooM
Of bell and buriaL

Laer. Must there no more be done?

1 Priut, No more be dooo)

We should profane the service of the dead.
To sing sage requiem, and such rest to her,
Aa to peaoe-partod aouls.

Laer, Lay her^i'^the eartlu

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And from her fair and anpolluted flesh
Ma7 vii»le.te spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
A ininistYinf^ an>(el shall my siater be,
When thou liest howling.

Ham, What, the fair Ophelia!

QtuoL Sweets to the sweet : Farewell I

[^Scatteriim flowen,
I bop*d thoo shonldst have been my Hamlet's wife;
I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid.
And nut tliaTe strewed thy grave.

Laer. O, treble woe

Fall ten times treble on that cursed head,
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
DeBrived thee of I Hold off the earth a while,
Till 1 have caught her once more in mine arms:

[Leapt into the
Now pile your dust upon the quick and dea
Till of this flat a mountain you have made.
To o*er-top old Pelion, or the skyi>h head
Of blue Olympus.

Jtianu [Auvandng.] What is he. whose grief
Bears such an empliasis? whose phrase of sorrow
Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them

stand
Like wonder-wounded hearers? this is I,
Hamlet the IHme. [Leaps into the grase.

Laer, The devil take tliy soul I

[OrappUng vith hwu

Ham Thou pray^t not well.
I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat;
Sir, though 1 am not splenetive and rash,
Yet have 1 something m me dangerous,
Which let thy wiseness fear ; Away thy hand

King, Pluck them asunder.

Queen, Hamlet, Hamlet I

(kntlemen. Good my lord, be ouiet.

[The Attendants part thenu, and they
come out of the grave.

Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
Until my eyelids will no lon^rer wag.

Queen. O my son I what theme ?

Ham, 1 I^v*d Ophelia; forty thonsand brothers
Could not, with all tlieir quantity of love.
Make up my sum.— What wilt thou do for her?

King, O, he is mad, Laertes.

Quin. For love of Ood, forbear him.

nam. Come, show me what thoult do :
Woiil*t weep? woult fight? wonlt &st? woal*t

tear thyself?
Woa]*t drink up E^il ? eat a crocodile?
Ill dot— Dost thou come here to whine?
To outface me with leaping in her grave?
Be buried quick with her, and so will I ;
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us ; till our ground,
Smgeing his pate against the bun.ing zone.
Make Ossa like a warti Nay, an thoult mouth,
111 rant as well thou.

Queen, This is mere madness :

And thus a while the fit will work on him ;
Anon, as patient as the female dove.
When thai her golden couplets are disolos^
His silence will sit drooping.

Ham, Hear you, sir ;

What is the reason that you use me thus?
I lov*d yon ever : But it is no matter ;
Let Hercules himself do what he mapr.
The cat will mew,and dog will have his day. [EeiL

King, I pray you, ^)od Horatio, wait upon

him.— [Kaat Horatio.

dtreogthen your patiepce in our last night's speech :

[TbLauiTBi.
W«ll pot th« nattar to the present posh.—



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Good Gertrude, set some watch orer your son.^
This grave shall have a living monument:
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see ;
Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt

SCENE 11.—^ HaUinthe Castk,
Enter Hamlet and Horatio.

Ham, So much for this, sir: now let me seethe
other ;
Ton do remember all the circumstance?

Hor. Uemeinber it, mylord?

Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of
fighting,
That would not let me sleep: methooght, I lav
Worse than the mutinesin the bilboes. Kashly,
And praise be rashness for it, — Let us know,
Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well.
When our dear plots do pall : and that should

teach us,
There's a divinity that shapes our ends.
Bough-hew them bow we will.

IJor, Tliat is most certain.

Ham, Up ft'om my cabin,
My sea-gown scarfd about me, in the dark
Grop'd I to find out them: had my desire;
Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew
To mine own room again : making so bold,
My fears forgetting manners, to unseal
Their grand commission ; where 1 found, Horatio,

royal knavery, an exact command.
Larded witli many several sorts of reason.
Importing Denmark's health, and England^ too,
With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life.
That, on the supervise, no leisure bated.

No, not to stay the grinding of the axe.
My head should be struck off.

Hor, Ts't possible?

Ham, Here*s the oommission ; read it at more
leUure.
But wOt tliou hear me how I did proceed ?

Hor, Ay, 'beseech you.

Ham, Being thus benetted round with yillaina,
Ere I could make a prol gue to my brains.
They had begun the play: 1 sat me down;
DevLi'd a new c^nmission; wrote it fair:

1 once did hold i , as our statists do,

A baseness to write fair, and laboured much
How to forget that learning ; but, sir, now
It did me yeoman's service : Wilt thou know
The effects of what I wrote?

Hor, Ay, good my lord.

Ham. An earnest conjuration from the kiag,-^
As England was his faithful tributary;
As love between them as the palm should flourish;
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear.
And stand a comma 'tween their amities :
And many such like as's of great charge, —
That on the view and know of these contents,
Without debatement further, more or less.
He should the bearers put to sadden death.
Not sluiving-time allow 'd.

Hor, How was this seai'd ?

Ham, Why, even in that was heaven ordinate ;
I had my Cither's signet in my purse,
Which was the model of that Danish teal:
Folded the writ up in form of the other;
Subscribed it ; gave t the impression ; plaoVl it

safely.
The changeling never known : Now, the next day
Was our sea-fight: and what to this was sequent
Thou know'st already.

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Earn. Why, man, they did make lore to fhis
empIoTment ;
They are not near mj oonscienoe ; thdr deHaat
0068 by their own insinuation grow :
*Ti8 dangerous, when the baser natare oomes
Between the pass and fell inoensed points
Of mighty oppoeites.

Ear, Why, what a king is this I

Earn. Does itnot, think thee,8tandmenownpon?
Hetliat hath killed my king,andwbor*d mymother;
Popp'd in between the election and my hopes;
Thrown out his angle for my proper life.
And with such oozenagje; is*tnot perfect conscience,
To quit him with this arm? and is*t not to be

damned,
To let this canker of onr nature come
In further eyil?

Ear. It must be shortly known to him from
England,
What is the issue of the business there.

Earn. It will be short: the interim is mine;
And a man*s life^ no more than to say, one.
But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
That to Laertes I forgot myself;
For by the image of my cause, I see
The portraiture of bis: Til count his fayoon:
But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towering passion.

Ear, Peace; who oomes here?

JSnUr OsBia

Osr, Tour lordship is right welcome back to
Denmarlc

Ecm, I humbly thank yon, air.— Dost know
this water-fly?

Ear, No, my good lord.

Earn. Thy state is the more gradoui ; for *tis a
vice to know him : He hath mnoh land, and fertil e ;
let a beast be lord of beasts, and his orib shall stand
at the king's mess: Tis a chough; but, as I say,
spacious in the possession of dirt.

Omr. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at
leisure, I should impart a thhig to yon from his
muesty.

Nem, I will receive it with all diligence of
spurit : Pat your bonnet to bis right use ; *tb for
the head.

Oar. 1 thank your lordship, tis yery hot.

Eanu No, beUeve me, tis veiy cold; the wind
is northerly.

Osr. It b hidifferent oold, my lord, Indeed.

Earn, Methinks it is very sultry and hot, for
my complexion.

Otr. Exceedingly, my lord ; it is very sultry.—
M ^wATA. — I cannot tell bow.— But, my lord, hb



and rareness, as, to make tmedictioii of hfan, Ms
semblable is his mirror; and, who else would
trace him, his umbrage, nothing more.

Otr. Your lordship speaks most inftllibly of him.

Earn. The ooncemancy, sir? why do we imp
the gentleman in our more rawer breath?

Otr. Sir?

Ear, 1st not possible to understand in another
tongue ? You will dot, sir, really.

man. What imports the nomination )f this
pientleman?

Otr, Cf Uertes?

Eor, His purse is empty already ; all his golden
words are spent

Earn, Of him, sir.

Otr, I know, you are not ignorant—

Earn. I would, you did, sir ; yet, in &ith, if yon
did, it would not much^pprove me. — Well, sir.

Otr. You are not ignorant of what excellence
Laertes is at his weapon.

Earn. I dare not conftess that, lest I should
compare with him in excellence ; but, to know a
man wdl, were to know himself.

Otr, I mean, sir, for this weapon; but in the
imputation laid on him by them, m his meed he^
nnfellowed.

Earn. What^ his weapon?

Otr, Rapier and dagger.

Earn, That's two of his weapons : but, welL

Otr, The king, sir, hath waged with him six
Barbery horses : against the which be has imponed,
as I take it, six French rapiers and poinards, with
their assigns, as girdle, hangers, or so: Three ot
the carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very
responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages,
anil of very liberal conceit.

Earn, What call you the carriages?

Ear, I knew you must be ediAed by the margent,
ere you had done.

Otr, The carriages, sb, are the hangera.

Ecan. The phrase would be more german to the
matter, if we could carry cannon by our sides: I
would it might be lian^^ers till then. But, on:
Six Barbery horses against six French swords,
their assigns, and three liberal conceited carriages;
that's the French be, against the Danish: Why is
this imponed, as yon call it?

Otr, The king, sir, hath laid, that in a dono
passes between you and him, he shall not exceed
you three hits ; be hath laid on twelve for nine ;
and that would come to immediate trial, if your
lordship would vouchsafe the answer.

Earn. How, if 1 answer no?

Otr, 1 mean, my lord, the opposHioD of your
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of encoimter; a kind of yestj coUf^on, which
carries them throagb and tbroagh the moet fond
and winnowed opinions ; and do bat blow them
to their trials, the babbles are oat.

3ntera Lord.

Lord, My lord, his majesty oommended him to
70a bj joan^i; Osric, who bnngs back to him, that
70a attend him in the hall : He sends to know, if
joor pleasure hold to plaj with Laertes, or that
700 will take longer time.

Sam. I am constant to m7 purposes, the7 foUow
the Ring's pleasure : if his fitness speaks, mine is
read7 ; now, or whensoever, provided I be so able
as DOW.

Lord, Hie king, and qaeen, and all are ooming
down.

Hanu In happ7 time.

LortL The queen desires 70a to use some gentle
entertainment to Laertes, before 70a go to pla7.

Ba$n, She well instructs me. [ExU Lord.

Sor, Yoa will lose this wager, m7 lord.

Sam, I do not think so ; since he went into
France, I have been in continual practice : I shall
win at the odds. But thoa wouldst not think how
Ul all's here about m7 heart: but it is no matter.

Hot, Na7, good m7 lord,—

Earn, It is but fooler7; but it is such a kind of
gain^ving, as would, perhaps, trouble a woman.

^r, If70urmind dislike anything, obey: I will
forestall their repair hither, and say, you are not fit.

Earn. Not a wlii^ we defy augury ; there's a
special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it
tie now, 't is not to come ; if it be not to come, it
will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come:
the readiness is all : Since no man has aught of
what he leaves, what is *t to leave betimes ?

Bkier Kino, Queen, Labbtes, Lords, Osbio,
and Attendants vjith/oiU, &e.

Kmg. Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand

from me. [The Kino puts the handoi

Laertes into that of Hamlet

Earn, Give me your pardon, sir: I have done

you wrong ;

But pardon 't, as you are a gentleman.

This presence knows, and you must needs have

heard.
How I am punish'd with a tore distraction.
What I have done.

That might your nature, honour, and exception,
Roughly awake, I here procUim was madness.
Wast Uaralet wrong'd Laertes? Never, Hamlet:
if Hamlet from bim^^elf be ta'en away.
And, when he's not himself, doth wrong Laertes,
Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.

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Earn. I embrace it freely;

And will tbto brother*s wager frankly pUy,
Qive us the foils ; oomeon.

iMor. Come, <me for me.

Earn, IllbevoarfdljLaertesi in mine ignorance
Tour skill shall, like a star i'the darkest night.
Stick fiery off indeed.

Laer, Toa mock me, sir.

Earn, No, by this hand.

Kbig. Give them the toils, young Osne. Coosin
Hamlet,
Tou know the wager?

Earn, Very well, my lord ;

Tour grace hath laid the odds on the weaker side. .

King. I do not fear it: I have seen you both.
But since he's better'd. we have there/ore odds.

Laer, This is too heavy, let me see another.

Earn* This tfkes me well : These foils have all
a length? [They prtpare to play,

Osr, i^, my good lord.

King, Set me the stoups of wine afxm that table
If Uaralet give the first or second hit.
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
I<et all the battlements their ordnance fire;
The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath ;
And in the cup an union shall he throw.
Richer than that which four successive kings
In Denmark^ crown have worn. Give me the cups;
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak.
The trumpet to the cannoneer without.
The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth.
Now the king drinks to Hamlet — Come, begin ;—
And you, the judges, bear a wary e7e.

Earn. Come on, sir.

Laer* Come on, sir. [Thojfplajf

Earn, One.

Laer. No.

Earn, Judgment.

Oer, A hit, a V6r7 palpable hit.

Laer Well,— again.

King. Sta7, give me drink: Hamlet, this pearl
is thine;
Here^ to thy health. Give him the cap.

[ Trumpets sound; and cannon shot offtaHhm,

Earn, III play this bout first, set it by awhile.
Come.— Another hit; What say you?

\Theflpla91.

Laer. A toach, a touch, I do oonfesa.

King, Our son shall win.

Queen, He's fat, and scant of breath.

Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy browa*
The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.

Earn. Good madam.

King, Gertrude, do not drink.

Queen, I will, my lord ;— I pra^ j;on, pardon me.

King, It is the poisoned cup : it is too late. . ,



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Kv^ Pwrt them, tiiey are incens'd.
Uam, Nay, come a«ain. [ The Quern /lUt. I

Otr. Look to the queen there, ho!

Hot, Tlier bleed on both eidea:— How b it,

my lord?
(kr, HtMv ijit, Laertes?
Laor, Why. as a woodcock to mine own springe,

Osrio;
am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
Ham. llow does the queen?
King, She swoons to see them bleed.

Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink,— O my
dear Hamlet 1 —
The drink, the drink;— I am poison'dl [Diet.

Ham. O villainy I — How? Let the door be
look'd:
rreachery I seek it out JLAERTEs/afls.

Laer, It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain:
No medicine in the world can do thee good,
In thne there is not half an hour of life !
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
Unbated, and envenomed: the foul 'M*actice
Hath tum*d itself on me ; lo, here lie.
Never to rise again: Thy mother's poison 'd;
I can no more; the king, the king's to blame.

Ham. The point
Cnvenom'd too .'—Then, venom, to thy work.

[Stabs the Kiiro.
Osr, d Lords, Treason I treason !
King, O, yet defend me, friends, I am bat hurt
Hatn. Here, thou incestuous, murd Vous, damned
Dane,
Drink off this potion :— la thy union here ?
Follow my mother. [Kino dies,

Loer, He is justly served ;

It ia a poison tempered by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:
Mine and my fiither'a death come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me 1 i^^^

Ham, Heaven make thee free of it! I follow
thee.
I am dead, Horatio:— Wretched qnecn, adieu I
You that look pale, and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,
Had 1 but time (as this fell sergeant, death.
Is strict in his arrest), O, I could tell you,—
But let it be : — Horatio, 1 am dead ;
Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright
To the nnaatistied.

Hot, Never believe it,

I am more an antique lioman than a Dane,
Uere*8 yet some liquor left.

Ham. As thou art a man,

Giv« roe the onp ; let go; by heaven I'll have it.
0, ^ood Horatio, what a wounded name,
Thmgs staniling thus unknown, shall live behind

met
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile.
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story. [Afarck afar of, and shot within.
What warlike noi:*e is this?
Ott* Young Fortinbras, with conquest come
from Poland,
To the ambassadors of England gives
This warlike Toiley.



Ham, O, I die, Horatio;

Tlie potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit;
I cannot live to hear the nt?ws from England,
But I do prophesy the election lights
On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice;
So tell him, with the oocurrents. more and less
Which have solicited. —The rest is silence. [Die9»

Hor, Now cracks a noble heart Good night,
su eet prince ;
And flights of an<^l8 sing thee to thy rest I
Why does the drum come hither I \Maj<ii «

Elder Fortinbras, iU English Ambassadors <dmI
oihtTS,

Fort. Where ia this sight ?

Hor, What is it ye wonld see?

If aught of woe, or wonder, cease your search.

fort. This quarry cries on havoc— prood
death I
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many princes at a shoot.
So bloodily hast struck I

1 Amh, The sight is dismal ;

And our affairs from England come too late:
The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,
To tell him, his commandment is fnlHlI'd,



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