Classic Poem

hamlet:I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu!
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,
Had I but time--as this fell sergeant, Death,
Is strict in his arrest--O, I could tell you--
But let it be. Horatio, I am dead;
Thou livest; report me and my cause aright
To the unsatisfied.
horatio:Never believe it.
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.
Here's yet some liquor left.
hamlet:As th' art a man,
Give me the cup. Let go. By heaven, I'll ha't!
O God, Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.
(A march afar off.)
What warlike noise is this?
osric:Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
To the ambassadors of England gives
This warlike volley.
hamlet:O, I die, Horatio!
The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit.
I cannot live to hear the news from England,
But I do prophesy th'election lights
On Fortinbras. He has my dying voice.
So tell him, with th' occurents, more and less,
Which have solicited--the rest is silence.
(Dies.)
horatio:Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!