"O, I die, Horatio; / The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: / I cannot live to hear the news from England; / But I do prophesy the election lights / On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice; / So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, / Which have solicited. The rest is silence."

Spoiler: Hamlet dies.

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