If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
Fort. This quarry cries 3 /out, havock!'Oh proud death!
What feast is tow'rd in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many Princes at a shot
So bloodily haft ftruck ?
Amb. 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 fulfillid,
That Rosincrosse and Guildenstern are dead,
Where should we have our thanks ?
Hor. Not from his mouth,
Had it th' ability of life to thank you:
He never gave commandment for their death.
But since so full upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
Are here arriv'd; give order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view,
And let me speak to th' yet unknowing world,
How these things came about. So shall you hear
Of cruel, bloody, and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgments, casual Naughters,
Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause,
And in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall'n on th' inventors heads. All this can I
Fort. 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.
Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more:
But let this fame be presently performid,
Ev'n while men's minds are wild, left more mischance
Qn plots and errors happen.
Fort. Let four captains
Bear 3 on havock!