comart

That can I .
At least the whisper goes so : our last king ,
Whose image even but now appeared to us ,
Was , as you know , by Fortinbras of Norway ,
Thereto pricked on by a most emulate pride ,
Dared to the combat ; in which our valiant Hamlet
( For so this side of our known world esteemed him )
Did slay this Fortinbras , who by a sealed 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 gagèd by our king , which had returned
To the inheritance of Fortinbras
Had he been vanquisher , as , by the same comart
And carriage of the article designed ,
His fell to Hamlet . Now , sir , young Fortinbras ,
Of unimprovèd mettle hot and full ,
Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
Sharked up a list of lawless resolutes
For food and diet to some enterprise
That hath a stomach in ’t ; which is no other
( As it doth well appear unto our state )
But to recover of us , by strong hand
And terms compulsatory , those foresaid lands
So by his father lost . And this , I take it ,
Is the main motive of our preparations ,
The source of this our watch , and the chief head
Of this posthaste and rummage in the land .