Go, captain, from me greet the Danish King.

4.4.227362620Tell him that by his license Fortinbras

4.4.327372621Craves the conveyance of a promised march

4.4.427382622Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.

4.4.527392623If that his majesty would aught with us,

4.4.627402624We shall express our duty in his eye;

4.4.727412625And let him know so.

I will do't, my lord.

[To his soldiers] Go softly on.

[To the Captain] Good sir, whose powers are these?

They are of Norway, sir.

How purposed, sir, I pray you?

Against some part of Poland.

Who commands them, sir?

The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.

Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,

4.4.172743.92636Or for some frontier?

Truly to speak, and with no addition,

4.4.192743.112638We go to gain a little patch of ground

4.4.202743.122639That hath in it no profit but the name.

4.4.212743.132640To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it,

4.4.222743.142641Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole

4.4.232743.152642A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.

Why then the Polack never will defend it.

Yes, it is already garrisoned.

Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats

4.4.272743.192646Will not debate the question of this straw.

4.4.282743.202647This is th'impostume of much wealth and peace,

4.4.292743.212648That inward breaks, and shows no cause without

4.4.302743.222649Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir.

God buy you, sir.

God buy you, sir. Will't please you go, my lord?

I'll be with you straight. Go a little before.

4.4.332743.262653How all occasions do inform against me,

4.4.342743.272654And spur my dull revenge! What is a man

4.4.352743.282655If his chief good and market of his time

4.4.362743.292656Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.

4.4.372743.302657Sure he that made us with such large discourse,

4.4.382743.312658Looking before and after, gave us not

4.4.392743.322659That capability and godlike reason

4.4.402743.332660To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be

4.4.412743.342661Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple

4.4.422743.352662Of thinking too precisely on th'event--

4.4.432743.362663A thought which, quartered, hath but one part wisdom

4.4.442743.372664And ever three parts coward--I do not know

4.4.452743.382665Why yet I live to say this thing's to do,

4.4.462743.392666Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means

4.4.472743.402667To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me.

4.4.482743.412668Witness this army of such mass and charge,

4.4.492743.422669Led by a delicate and tender prince,

4.4.502743.432670Whose spirit with divine ambition puffed

4.4.512743.442671Makes mouths at the invisible event,

4.4.522743.452672Exposing what is mortal and unsure

4.4.532743.462673To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,

4.4.542743.472674Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great

4.4.552743.482675Is not to stir without great argument,

4.4.562743.492676But greatly to find quarrel in a straw

4.4.572743.502677When honor's at the stake. How stand I, then,

4.4.582743.512678That have a father killed, a mother stained,

4.4.592743.522679Excitements of my reason and my blood,

4.4.602743.532680And let all sleep, while to my shame I see

4.4.612743.542681The imminent death of twenty thousand men

4.4.622743.552682That for a fantasy and trick of fame

4.4.632743.562683Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot

4.4.642743.572684Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,

4.4.652743.582685Which is not tomb enough and continent

4.4.662743.592686To hide the slain? Oh, from this time forth,

4.4.672743.602687My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!