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Act V, Scene 2

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[HAMLET dies]

HORATIO

Now cracks a noble heart.

Good night, sweet prince,

And flights of angels

Sing thee to thy rest.

[Trumpets and sounds of an army. More shots fired, closer to the stage.]

Why does the drum come hither?

[Enter FORTINBRAS, with the ENGLISH AMBASSADORS with Drums, Colors, and ATTENDANTS.]


FORTINBRAS

Where is this sight?

HORATIO

What is it you would see?

If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.

FORTINBRAS

This quarry cries on havoc. O, proud Death,

What feast is toward in thine eternal cell

That thou so many princes at a shot

So bloodily hast struck?

AMBASSADOR

The sight is dismal,

And our affairs from England come too late.

The ears are senseless that should give us hearing

To tell him his commandment is fulfilled.

That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.

Where should we have our thanks?


HORATIO

Not from his mouth,

Had it the ability of life to thank you.

He never gave commandment for their death.

But since, so jump upon this bloody question,

You from the Polack wards, and you from England,

Are here arrived. Give order that these bodies

High on a stage be placed to the view.

And let me speak to the yet unknowing world

How these things came about. So shall you hear

Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts.

Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,

Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause.

And, in this upshot, purposes mistook

Fallen on the inventors’ heads. All this can I

Truly deliver.


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,

Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.

HORATIO

Of that I shall have also cause to speak,

And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more.

But let this same be presently performed

Even while men’s minds are wild, lest more mischance

On plots and errors happen.


FORTINBRAS

Let four captains

Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage.

For he was likely, had he been put on,

To have proved most royal; And for his passage,

The soldier’s music and the rite of war

Speak loudly for him.

Take up the bodies. Such a sight as this

Becomes the field but here shows much amiss.

Go, bid the soldiers shoot.

[ALL exeunt, marching. After they all leave, sounds of gunfire, cannonfire, or other ordnance.]

THE END of The Tragedy of Hamlet