A Plain in Denmark. |
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Enter FORTINBRAS, a Captain, and Soldiers, marching. |
For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king; |
Tell him that, by his licence, Fortinbras |
Claims the conveyance of a promis'd march |
Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. |
If that his majesty would aught with us, |
We shall express our duty in his eye, |
And let him know so. |
Cap. I will do 't, my lord. |
For. Go softly on. [Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Soldiers. |
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Enter HAMLET, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, &c. |
Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these? |
Cap. They are of Norway, sir. |
Ham. How purpos'd, sir, I pray you? |
Cap. Against some part of Poland. |
Ham. Who commands them, sir? |
Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras. |
Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, |
Or for some frontier? |
Cap. Truly to speak, and with no addition, |
We go to gain a little patch of ground |
That hath in it no profit but the name. |
To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; |
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole |
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee. |
Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it. |
Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd. |
Ham. Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats |
Will not debate the question of this straw: |
This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace, |
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without |
Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir. |
Cap. God be wi' you, sir. [Exit. |
Ros. Will 't please you go, my lord? |
Ham. I'll be with you straight. Go a little before. [Exeunt all except HAMLET. |
How all occasions do inform against me, |
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, |
If his chief good and market of his time |
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. |
Sure he that made us with such large discourse, |
Looking before and after, gave us not |
That capability and god-like reason |
To fust in us unus'd. Now, whe'r it be |
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple |
Of thinking too precisely on the event, |
A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom, |
And ever three parts coward, I do not know |
Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;' |
Sith I have cause and will and strength and means |
To do 't. Examples gross as earth exhort me: |
Witness this army of such mass and charge |
Led by a delicate and tender prince, |
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd |
Makes mouths at the invisible event, |
Exposing what is mortal and unsure |
To all that fortune, death and danger dare, |
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great |
Is not to stir without great argument, |
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw |
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then, |
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, |
Excitements of my reason and my blood, |
And let all sleep, while, to my shame, I see |
The imminent death of twenty thousand men, |
That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, |
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot |
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, |
Which is not tomb enough and continent |
To hide the slain? O! from this time forth, |
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! [Exit. |
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