(Fortinbras and Captain.)
Go to the king now, and request our passage through his
realm. If he insists on meeting, you know our rendezvous,
direct him there.
(Captain bows, Fortinbras exits.)
(Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz and
(looking/pointing off into
Good sir, whose army is this?
May I ask, what's the objective?
The nephew to the king--Fortinbras.
What part of Poland?
To be honest, a small bit of ground I wouldn't pay to farm.
There is no profit but the name. Norway nor Poland could
ever gain a penny from it.
Will the Poles defend it?
It's already garrisoned.
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