ClashTheStampede  

And so am I reveng’d.–that would be scann’d: A villain kills my father; and for that,I, his sole son, do this same villain send; to Heaven

I’ll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignorance; Your skill shall, like a star in the darkest night, Stick fiery off indeed.

You mock me, sir.

O, I die, Horatio;The potent poison quite o’er-crows my spirit: the rest is silence.

Now cracks a noble heart.–Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!