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Thou liv'ft, report me and my cause aright
Hor. Never ; believe it :
Ham. As th’art a man,
S CE N E VI.
Enter Ofrick. Ofr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, To the * 'ambassador of England gives This warlike volley.
Ham, O, I die, Horatio : The potent poison quite oʻer-grows my spirit, I cannot live to hear the news from England. But I do prophesie th' election lights On Fortinbras ; he has my dying voice ; So tell him, with th' occurrents more or less, Which have solicited. The rest is silence. [Dies. Hor. Now cracks a noble heart ; good-night, sweet
- colours, and Attendants.
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
Fort. This quarry cries 3 /out, havock ! Oh proud death!
Amb. The sight is dismal,
Hor. Not from his mouth,
Fort. Let us haste to hear it,
Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
Bear 3 on havock!
Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage,