Hamlet: Act 4, Scene 4

           Enter FORTINBRAS with his army            
  *        over the stage.  Full Summary

      FORTINBRAS
  1   Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king;
  2   Tell him that, by his license, Fortinbras
  3   Craves the conveyance of a promised march
  4   Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.
  5   If that his majesty would aught with us,
  6   We shall express our duty in his eye;
  7   And let him know so.

      Captain
  7                                    I will do't, my lord.

      FORTINBRAS
  8   Go softly on.

           [Exit Fortinbras.]

           Enter HAMLET, ROSENCRANTZ,
           [GUILDENSTERN,] etc.

      HAMLET
  9   Good sir, whose powers are these?

      Captain
 10   They are of Norway, sir.

      HAMLET
 11   How purposed, sir, I pray you?

      Captain
 12   Against some part of Poland.

      HAMLET
 13   Who commands them, sir?

      Captain
 14   The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.

      HAMLET
 15   Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
 16   Or for some frontier?

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

      HAMLET
 23   Why, then the Polack never will defend it.

      Captain
 24   Yes, it is already garrison'd.

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

      Captain
 30   God buy you, sir.

           [Exit.]

      ROSENCRANTZ
 30                                Wilt please you go, my lord?

      HAMLET
 31   I'll be with you straight. Go a little before.

           [Exeunt all except Hamlet.]  Full Summary

 32   How all occasions do inform against me,
 33   And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
 34   If his chief good and market of his time
 35   Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
 36   Sure, He that made us with such large discourse,
 37   Looking before and after, gave us not
 38   That capability and god-like reason
 39   To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
 40   Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
 41   Of thinking too precisely on the event,
 42   A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
 43   And ever three parts coward, I do not know
 44   Why yet I live to say "This thing's to do,"
 45   Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
 46   To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:
 47   Witness this army of such mass and charge
 48   Led by a delicate and tender prince,
 49   Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
 50   Makes mouths at the invisible event,
 51   Exposing what is mortal and unsure
 52   To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
 53   Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
 54   Is not to stir without great argument,
 55   But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
 56   When honor's at the stake. How stand I then,
 57   That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
 58   Excitements of my reason and my blood,
 59   And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
 60   The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
 61   That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
 62   Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
 63   Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
 64   Which is not tomb enough and continent
 65   To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
 66   My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

           Exit.