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BALLADS AND CANTILENAS: FORTINBRAS, by                    
First Line: I, brave prince fortinbras, who close this tragic pother, enter to say
Last Line: Pulling in the wings.
Subject(s): Dramatists; Plays & Playwrights ; Poetry & Poets; Shakespeare, William (1564-1616); Dramatists


I, brave Prince Fortinbras, who close this tragic pother, enter to say my
phrase. Brief is my role and slight. I march upon the son, having o'erleapt the
mother. Emotion's at the full and horror at its height.

I come with trump of gold to terminate the play. Alone, for that vast horde, my
army, comes not. Bah! What would you? In the gloom of the flies they lose their
way, and wander in the wings. At last! Taratata!

My blue cloak, since it drags, with blood is doubtless weighed. The curtain a
quick veil to my useful phrase affords, hiding the stalwart fists of my army
that I aid, I, brave Prince Fortinbras, to haul upon the cords.

Elsinore doth reappear. O stoutly tug the strings! And at my side Shakespeare is
pulling in the wings.





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