Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, Ham. Heav'n make thee free of it, I follow thee. Hor. Never believe it. I'm more an antique Roman than a Dane; Ham. As th' art a man, Give me the cup; let go, by heav'n I'll have't. Oh good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things ftanding thus unknown, fhall live behind me? Absent thee from felicity a while, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my tale. What warlike noife is this? [Dies. [March afar off, and fhout within. SCENE VI. Enter Ofrick. Ofr. Young Fortinbrass, with conqueft come from Poland, To the ambassadors of England gives This warlike volley, Ham. O, I die, Horatio: The potent poifon quite o'er-grows my fpirit, I cannot live to hear the news from England. But I do prophefie th' election lights - [Dies. Hor. Now cracks a noble heart; good-night, fweet prince; And flights of angels fing thee to thy rest! Why do's the drum come hither? Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador, with drum, colours, and attendants. Fort. Where is this fight? Hor. What is it you would fee? If ought of woe or wonder, cease your search. Fort. This quarry cries on havock. Oh proud death! What feast is tow'rd in thine eternal cell,. That thou so many princes at a fhot So bloodily haft ftruck? Amb. The fight is dismal, And our affairs from England come too late: Hor. Not from his mouth, Had it th' ability of life to thank you: He never gave command❜ment for their death. Of Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters, Fall'n on th' inventors heads. All this can I Fort. Let us hafte to hear it, And call the nobleft to the audience. For me, with forrow, I embrace my fortune, And from his mouth whose voice will draw no more: Ev'n while men minds are wild, left more mischance Fort. Let four captains Bear Hamlet like a foldier off the stage, For he was likely, had he been put on, To have prov'd most royally. The foldiers mufick, and the Speak loudly for him And for his paffage, rites of war Take up the body: fuch a fight as this, Becomes the field, but here fhews much amiss. Go, bid the foldiers fhoot. [Exeunt marching: after which, a peal of ordnance are shot off. |