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Posted 9/7/2014 8:49am by Eugene Wyatt.


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 the election lights

On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice;

So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,

Which have solicited. The rest is silence.

O, O, O, O. (dies)

Hamlet William Shakespeare 1601 (5.2.350)