from Hamlet - choreography by Mark Neill
Heaven make thee free of it.I follow thee …I am dead, Horatio. Wretched Queen, adieu!You that look pale and tremble at this chance,That are but mutes or audience to this act,Had I but time – as this fell sergeant, Death,Is strict in his arrest – O, I could tell.But let it be. Horatio, I am dead,Thou livest, report me and my cause arightTo the un satisfied.O God, Horatio, what a wounded 
name,Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,Absent thee from felicity awhile,And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,To tell my story…What warlike noise is this?O, I die, Horatio,The potent poison quite o’ercrows my spirit.I cannot live to hear the news from England;But I do prophesy th’election lightson Fortinbras, he has my dying voice.So tell him, with th’occurrents, more and less,Which have solicited……the rest is silence.
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