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Author: William Shakespeare
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Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)

The Tragedie of Hamlet
3830O god Horatio, what a wounded name
Things standing thus vnknowne, shall I leaue behind me?
If thou did'st euer hold me in thy hart,
Absent thee from felicity a while,
And in this harsh world drawe thy breath in paine
A march a
3835To tell my story: what warlike noise is this?

Enter Osrick.
Osr. Young Fortenbrasse with conquest come from Poland,
3840To th'embassadors of England giues this warlike volly.
Ham. O I die Horatio,
The potent poyson quite ore-crowes my spirit,
I cannot liue to heare the newes from England,
But I doe prophecie th'ellection lights
3845On Fortinbrasse, he has my dying voyce,
So tell him, with th'occurrants more and lesse
Which haue solicited, the rest is silence.
Hora. Now cracks a noble hart, good night sweete Prince,
3850And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest.
Why dooes the drum come hether?

Enter Fortenbrasse, with the Embassadors.
For. Where is this sight?
3855Hora. What is it you would see?
If ought of woe, or wonder, cease your search.
For. This quarry cries on hauock, ô prou'd death
What feast is toward in thine eternall cell,
That thou so many Princes at a shot
3860So bloudily hast strook?
Embas. The sight is dismall
And our affaires from England come too late,
The eares are sencelesse that should giue vs hearing,
To tell him his commandment is fulfild,
3865That Rosencraus and Guyldensterne are dead,
Where should we haue our thankes?
Hora. Not from his mouth
Had it th'ability of life to thanke you;
He neuer gaue commandement for their death;
3870But since so iump vpon this bloody question