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