| ACT IV SCENE IV | A plain in Denmark. | |
| | Enter FORTINBRAS, a Captain, and Soldiers, marching | |
| PRINCE FORTINBRAS | Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king; | |
| | Tell him that, by his licence, Fortinbras | |
| | Craves the conveyance of a promised march | |
| | Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. | 5 |
| | If that his majesty would aught with us, | |
| | We shall express our duty in his eye; | |
| | And let him know so. | |
| Captain | I will do't, my lord. | |
| PRINCE FORTINBRAS | Go softly on. | 10 |
| | Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Soldiers | |
| | Enter HAMLET, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and others | |
| HAMLET | Good sir, whose powers are these? | |
| Captain | They are of Norway, sir. | |
| HAMLET | How purposed, sir, I pray you? | |
| Captain | Against some part of Poland. | |
| HAMLET | Who commands them, sir? | 15 |
| Captain | The nephews to old Norway, Fortinbras. | |
| HAMLET | Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, | |
| | Or for some frontier? | |
| Captain | Truly to speak, and with no addition, | |
| | We go to gain a little patch of ground | 20 |
| | That hath in it no profit but the name. | |
| | To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; | |
| | Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole | |
| | A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee. | |
| HAMLET | Why, then the Polack never will defend it. | 25 |
| Captain | Yes, it is already garrison'd. | |
| HAMLET | Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats | |
| | Will not debate the question of this straw: | |
| | This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace, | |
| | That inward breaks, and shows no cause without | 30 |
| | Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir. | |
| Captain | God be wi' you, sir. | |
| | Exit | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Wilt please you go, my lord? | |
| HAMLET | I'll be with you straight go a little before. | |
| | Exeunt all except HAMLET | |
| | How all occasions do inform against me, | 35 |
| | And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, | |
| | If his chief good and market of his time | |
| | Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. | |
| | Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, | |
| | Looking before and after, gave us not | 40 |
| | That capability and god-like reason | |
| | To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be | |
| | Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple | |
| | Of thinking too precisely on the event, | |
| | A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom | 45 |
| | And ever three parts coward, I do not know | |
| | Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;' | |
| | Sith I have cause and will and strength and means | |
| | To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me: | |
| | Witness this army of such mass and charge | 50 |
| | Led by a delicate and tender prince, | |
| | Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd | |
| | Makes mouths at the invisible event, | |
| | Exposing what is mortal and unsure | |
| | To all that fortune, death and danger dare, | 55 |
| | Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great | |
| | Is not to stir without great argument, | |
| | But greatly to find quarrel in a straw | |
| | When honour's at the stake. How stand I then, | |
| | That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, | 60 |
| | Excitements of my reason and my blood, | |
| | And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see | |
| | The imminent death of twenty thousand men, | |
| | That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, | |
| | Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot | 65 |
| | Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, | |
| | Which is not tomb enough and continent | |
| | To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, | |
| | My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! | |
| | Exit | |