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 Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week; What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day; Who is 't that can inform me?

Hor. That can I; At least the whisper goes so. Our last king, Whose image even but now appear'd to us, Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet— For so this side of our known world esteem'd him— Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact Well ratified by law and heraldry, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror; Against the which, a moiety competent Was gaged by our king; which had returned To the inheritance of Fortinbras,