Page 373 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

HAMLET

O, I die, Horatio.
The potent poison quite o’ercrows my spirit.
I cannot live to hear the news from England,

But I do prophesy th’election lights [360]
On Fortinbras. He has my dying voice.
So tell him, with th’occurrents more and less
Which have solicited − the rest is silence.
Dies.

HORATIO

Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. [365]
[March within.]
Why does the drum come hither?

Enter Fortinbras, and the English Ambassadors, and Soldiers with drum

and colours.

FORTINBRAS
Where is this sight?

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

FORTINBRAS
This quarry cries on havoc. O proud Death,

What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, [370]
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast struck?

1ST AMBASSADOR
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 commandament is fulfill’d, [375]
That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.