"Fortinbras, which he, in brief, obeys,
Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine,
Makes vow before his uncle never more
To give th' assay of arms against your Majesty.
Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,
Gives him three score thousand crowns in annual fee
And his commission to employ those soldiers,
So levied as before, against the Polack,"
"Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he's mad, 'tis true. Tis true, 'tis pity,
And pity 'tis 'tis true---a foolish figure,
But farewell it, for I will use no art.
Mad let us grant him then; and now remains
That we find out the cause of this effect,
Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause.
Thus it remains, and the remainder thus."