Ham. 
For England!

King. 
Ay, Hamlet.

Ham. 
Good.

King. 
So is it, if thou knew’st our purposes.

Ham. 
I see a cherub that sees them.—­But, come; for England!—­
Farewell, dear mother.

King. 
Thy loving father, Hamlet.

Ham. 
My mother:  father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is
one flesh; and so, my mother.—­Come, for England!

[Exit.]

King. 
Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard;
Delay it not; I’ll have him hence to-night: 
Away! for everything is seal’d and done
That else leans on the affair:  pray you, make haste.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

And, England, if my love thou hold’st at aught,—­
As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
Pays homage to us,—­thou mayst not coldly set
Our sovereign process; which imports at full,
By letters conjuring to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet.  Do it, England;
For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
And thou must cure me:  till I know ’tis done,
Howe’er my haps, my joys were ne’er begun.

[Exit.]

Scene IV.  A plain in Denmark.

[Enter Fortinbras, and Forces marching.]

For. 
Go, Captain, from me greet the Danish king: 
Tell him that, by his license, Fortinbras
Craves the conveyance of a promis’d march
Over his kingdom.  You know the rendezvous. 
If that his majesty would aught with us,
We shall express our duty in his eye;
And let him know so.

Capt. 
I will do’t, my lord.

For. 
Go softly on.

[Exeunt all For. and Forces.]

[Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, &c.]

Ham. 
Good sir, whose powers are these?

Capt. 
They are of Norway, sir.

Ham. 
How purpos’d, sir, I pray you?

Capt. 
Against some part of Poland.

Ham. 
Who commands them, sir?

Capt. 
The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.

Ham. 
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
Or for some frontier?

Capt. 
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
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.

Ham. 
Why, then the Polack never will defend it.

Capt. 
Yes, it is already garrison’d.

Ham. 
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
Why the man dies.—­I humbly thank you, sir.

Capt. 
God b’ wi’ you, sir.