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So tell him, with the occurrents, more or less,
prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! Why does the drum come hither? [March within.
Enter FORTINBRAS, the English ambassadors, and others.
Fort. Where is this sight?
Hor. What is it, you would see?
Fort. This quarry cries on havock !-O proud death!
1 Amb. The sight is dismal;
Hor. Not from his mouth,
Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd causc;
Fort. Let us haste to hear it,
Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
Fort. Let four captains
[A dead march. [Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which, a
peal of ordnance is shot off.
END OF VOLUME ELEVENTH.
Printed by James Ballantyne.