Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me!

Ham. Heav'n make thee free of it, I follow thee.
I'm dead, Horatio; wretched Queen, adieu!
You that look pale, and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,
Had I but time, (as this fell ferjeant death
Is ftrict in his arreft) oh I could tell you
But let it be---- Horatio, I am dead,
Thou liv'ft, report me and my cause aright
To the unfatisfied.

Hor. Never believe it.

I'm more an antique Roman than a Dane;
Here's yet fome liquor left.

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?
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,

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 -
On Fortinbras, he has my dying voice,
So tell him, with th' occurrents more or less,
Which have folicited.. The reft is filence,

[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:
The ears are senseless that should give us hearing;
To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd,
That Rofincroffe and Guildenftern are dead:
Where fhould we have our thanks?

Hor. Not from his mouth,

Had it th' ability of life to thank you:

He never gave command❜ment for their death.
But fince fo full upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
Are here arrriv'd; give order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view,
And let me speak to th' yet unknowing world,
How these things came about. So fhall you hear
Of cruel, bloody, and unnatural acts,

Of

Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause,
And in this upshot, purposes miftook,

Fall'n on th' inventors heads. All this can I
Truly deliver.

Fort. Let us hafte to hear it,

And call the nobleft to the audience.

For me, with forrow, I embrace my fortune,
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
Which now to claim, my vantage doth invite me.
Hor. Of that I fhall have also cause to speak,

And from his mouth whose voice will draw no more:
But let this fame be presently perform❜d,

Ev'n while men minds are wild, left more mischance
On plots and errors happen.

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.