Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet

Laertes
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.
Mine and my father’s death come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me. Dies.
Hamlet
Heaven make thee free of it. I follow thee.—
I am dead, Horatio.—Wretched queen, adieu.—
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,
Had I but time (as this fell sergeant, Death,
Is strict in his arrest), O, I could tell you—
But let it be.—Horatio, I am dead.
Thou livest; report me and my cause aright
To the unsatisfied.

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

Horatio
Never believe it.
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.
Here’s yet some liquor left. He picks up the cup.
Hamlet
As thou ’rt a man,
Give me the cup. Let go! By heaven, I’ll ha ’t.
O God, Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall I leave behind me!
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain
To tell my story.
A march afar off and shot within.
What warlike noise is this?
Enter Osric.
Osric
Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
To th’ ambassadors of England gives
This warlike volley.
Hamlet
O, I die, Horatio!
The potent poison quite o’ercrows my spirit.
I cannot live to hear the news from England.
But I do prophesy th’ election lights
On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice.
So tell him, with th’ occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited—the rest is silence.
O, O, O, O! Dies.
Horatio
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.