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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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SCENE IV. A Plain in Denmark. Enter Fortinbras, and Forces, marching.

For.
Go, captain, from me greet the note Danish king;
Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras

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Claims the note conveyance of a promis'd march
Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.
If that his majesty would ought with us,
We shall express our duty in his eye,
And let him know so.

Cap.
I will do't, my lord.

For.
Go softly note on.
[Exeunt For. and Forces. Enter Hamlet, Rosincrantz, &c. note

Ham.
Good sir, whose powers are these?

Cap.
They are of Norway, sir.

Ham.
How purpos'd note, sir, I pray you?

Cap.
Sir, against
Some part of Poland.

Ham.
Who commands them, sir?

Cap.
The nephew to old note Norway, Fortinbras.

Ham.
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
Or for some frontier?

Cap.
Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground,
That hath in it no profit but the name.
To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole,
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.

Ham.
Why, then the Polack never will defend it.

Cap.
O, yes, it is note already garrison'd.

Ham.
Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand ducats,
Will not debate the question of this straw:
This is the imposthume of much wealth, and peace;
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
Why the man dies—I humbly thank you, sir.

Cap.
God be wi' you, sir.
[Exit Captain.

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Ros.
Will't please you go, my lord?

Ham.
I will be with you straight,
Go a little before.— [Exeunt Ros. and the rest.
How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good, and market of his time,
Be but to sleep, and feed? a beast, no more.
Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before, and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust note in us unus'd. Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,—
A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom;
And, ever, three parts coward,—I do not know
Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do;
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me:
Witness, this army, of such mass, and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender prince;
Whose spirit, with divine ambition puft,
Makes mouths at the invisible event;
Exposing what is mortal, and unsure,
To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare,
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly, to be great
Is not,14Q1462 not to stir without great argument;
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
Excitements of my reason, and my blood,
And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,

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That, for a fantasy, and trick of same,
Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot,
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough, and continent,
To hide the slain? O, then, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! [Exit.
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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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