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 60
Pays homage to us—thou mayst not coldly set[1635]
Our sovereign process; which imports at full,
By letters congruing to that effect,[1636]
The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
For like the hectic in my blood he rages, 65
And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done,
Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun. [Exit.[1637]
Scene IV. A plain in Denmark.
Enter Fortinbras, a Captain and Soldiers, marching.[1638]
For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king;[1639]
Tell him that by his license Fortinbras
Craves the conveyance of a promised march[1640]
Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.[1641]
If that his majesty would aught with us, 5
We shall express our duty in his eye;[1642]
And let him know so.
Cap. I will do't, my lord.
For. Go softly on.[1643]
[Exeunt Fortinbras and Soldiers.[1643]
Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and others.[1643][1644]