FORTINBRAS

Go Captain, from me greet the Danish King, Tell him that by his license, Fortinbras Claims the conveyance of a promised 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. Go safely on. His quarry cries on havoc. O proud death, What feast is towards in thine eternal Cell. That thou so many Princes, at a shoot, So bloodily hast struck. Let us hast to hear it, And call the Noblest to the Audience. For me, with sorrow, I embrace my Fortune, I have some Rites of memory in this Kingdom, Which are ro claim, my vantage does Invite me, Let four Captains Bear Hamlet Like a Soldier to the Stage, For he was likely, had he been put on To have proved most royally: And for his passage, The Soldiers Music, and the rites of War Speak loudly for him. Take up the body; Such a sighed as this Becomes the Field, but here shows much amiss. Go, bid the Soldiers shoot. Where is this sighed?