(..) Or at least the whisper goes so Our last king was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway... ...thereto pricked on by a most ambitious pride, dared to the combat In which our valiant Hamlet did slay this Fortinbras Who, by a sealed compact, did forfeit with his life all those his lands... (..)

(..) our state to be disjoint and out of frame... ...hath not failed to pester us with message demanding the surrender of those lands... ...lost by his father, with all bonds of law, to our most valiant brother So much for him, now for ourself And for this time of meeting, thus much the business is (..)

(..) Give me something! Quickly, a flask. Anything! Take them to the Pensieve. Look at me... You really have your mother's eyes. You've fought valiantly, but in vain... I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I, therefore command my forces to retreat... (..)