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So tell him, with the occurrents, more or less,
Which have solicited. The rest is silence. [Dies.
Hor. Now cracks a noble heart ;-Good night, sweet

prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! Why does the drum come hither? [March within.

Enter FORTINBRAS, the English ambassadors, and others.

Fort. Where is this sight?

Hor. What is it, you would see?
If aught of woe, or wonder, cease your search.

Fort. This quarry cries on havock !-O proud death!
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thon so many princes, at a shot,
So bloodily hast struck ?

1 Amb. 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 fulfillid,
That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead :
Where should we have our thanks ?

Hor. Not from his mouth,
Had it the ability of life to thank you ;
He never gave commandment for their death.
But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
Are here arriv’d; give order, that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view:
And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world,
How these things come about : So shall you

Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts;
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters ;

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Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd causc;
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I
Truly deliver.

Fort. Let us haste to hear it,
And call the noblest to the audience.
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune;
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.

Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more:
But let this same be presently perform’d,
Even while men's minds are wild ; lest more mischance,
On plots, and errors, happen.

Fort. Let four captains
Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage,
The soldiers' music, and the rites of war,
Speak loudly for him.-
Take up the bodies :-Such a sight as this
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.

[A dead march. [Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which, a

peal of ordnance is shot off.



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