The time is out of joint

Hamlet: O, I die, Horatio! The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit. I cannot live to hear the news from England. But I do prophesy th'election lights On Fortinbras. He has my dying voice. So tell him, with th'occurrents, more and less, Which have solicited - the rest is silence. *he dies* Horatio: Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet Prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

Hamlet: Give me your pardon, sir. I have done you wrong. But pardon't, as you are a gentleman. This presence knows, and you must needs have heard, How I am punished with a sore distraction. What I have done That might your nature, honour, and exception Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. Was't Hamlet wronged Laertes? Never Hamlet. If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not. Hamlet denies it. Who does it then? His madness. If't be so, Hamlet is of the faction that is wronged. His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy. Sir, in this audience, Let my disclaming from a purposed evil Free me so far in your most generous thoughts That I have shot my arrow o'er the house And hurt my brother.

Hamlet: Death?