And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. (March afar off, and shot within.) What warlike noise is this? OSRIC. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland. HAMLET. O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice. HORATIO. (Dies.) Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! (March within.) Enter FORTINBRAS, and the ENGLISH AMBASSADORS, with drum, colours, and Attendants. FORTINBRAS. Where is this sight? HORATIO. What is it you would see? If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search. And let me speak to the yet unknowing world How these things came about. FORTINBRAS. Let us haste to hear it, And call the noblest to the audience. For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune: I have some rights of memory in this kingdom, |