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Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
350 Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.
[March afar off, and shot within
What warlike noise is this?
Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from
To the ambassadors of England gives
This warlike volley.
Oh, I die, Horatio;
The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit;
On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice;
360 So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited
The rest is silence.
Hor. Now cracks a noble heart. Good night,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Why does the drum come hither?
Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, with
drum, colors, and Attendants
Fort. Where is this sight?
What is it ye would see?
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
Fort. This quarry cries on havoc. - O proud
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast struck?
The sight is dismal;
And our affairs from England come too late;
The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,
That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.
Where should we have our thanks?
Not from his mouth,
Had it the ability of life to thank you;
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fallen on the inventors' heads. All this can I
Let us haste to hear it,
390 And call the noblest to the audience.
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune;
Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
E'en while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance,
Let four captains
To have proved most royally: and, for his passage, ·
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 bodies; after which a peal
of ordnance is shot off