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Laer. He is juftly ferved.
It is a poifon temper'd by himself.
Ham. Heav'n make the free of it! I follow thee.
Hor. Never believe it.
I'm more an antique Roman than a Dane;
Ham. As th' art a man,
To the Ambaffadors of England gives
Ham. O, I die, Horatio :
Give me the cup; let go; by heav'n, I'll have't.
Absent thee from felicity a while,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
Ofr. Young Fortinbras, with Conqueft come from Po-
The potent poifon quite o'er-grows my fpirit;
Hor. Now cracks a noble heart; good night, fweet
And flights of angels fing thee to thy Reft! and da
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Enter Fortinbras and English Ambaffadors, with drum, colours, and attendants.
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Fort. Where is this fight?
Amb. The fight is difinal,
Hor. Not from his mouth,
Oh, proud Death!
What Feaft is toward in thy eternal Cell,] This Epithet, I think, has no great Propriety here. I have chofe the Reading of the old Quarto Editions, infernal. This communicates an Image fuitable to the Circumftance of the Havock, which Fortinbras looks on and would reprefent in a light of Horror. Upon the Sight of fo many dead Bodies, he exclaims against Death as an execrable, riotous, Destroyer; and as preparing to make a favage, and hellish Feaft.
(77) He never gave Commandment for their Death.] We must either believe, the Poet had forgot himself with Regard to the Circumftance of Rofincrantz and Guildenftern's Death; or we muft understand him thus; that he no otherways gave a Command for their Deaths, than in putting a Change upon the Tenour of the King's Commiffion, and warding off the fatal Sentence from his own Head.
You from the Polack Wars, and you from England,
And let me fpeak to th' yet unknowing world,
Fort. Let us hafte to hear it,
For me, with forrow, I embrace my fortune;
Hor. Of that I fhall have alfo caufe to speak,
Even while men's minds are wild, left more mischance
Fort. Let four captains
Bear Hamlet, like a foldier, to the Stage;
To have prov'd moft royally. And for his paffage,
This is the
(78) And from his Mouth, whofe Voice will draw no more.] Reading of the old Quarto's, but certainly a mistaken one. We fay, a Man vill no more draw Breath; but that a Man's Voice will draw no more, is, I believe, an Expreffion without any Authority. I chufe to efpouse the Reading of the Elder Folio.
And from his Mouth, whofe Voice will draw on more. And this is the Poet's Meaning. Hamlet, just before his Death, had faid;
But I do prophefie, th' Election lights
On Fortinbras He has my dying Voice;
Accordingly, Horatio here delivers that Meffage; and very justly infers, that Hamlet's Voice will be feconded by others, and procure them in Favour of Fortinbras's Succeffion.
The Soldiers' musick, and the rites of war
Take up the body: fuch a fight as this
[Exeunt, marching: after which, a peal of Ordnance are fhot off.