Go, Captain, and give the Danish king my greetings.
Hamlet Act IV Scene iv
They are of Norway, sir.
They’re on their way to invade some part of Poland.
Good sir, whose powers are these?
What are they doing here, sir?
The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras, is commanding them
Basically, we’re fighting to win a little patch of ground that’s not worth anything. And yet the polack already have troops stationed there ready for us to fight.
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, Or for some frontier?
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats. Will not debate the question of this straw. This is th' impostume of much wealth and peace, That inward breaks and shows no cause without. Why the man dies.—I humbly thank you, sir.
Sure dude just give me a minute. Start without me.
Will ’t please you go, my lord?
Another Dramatic monologue basically stating how he thinks to much and if his thoughts aren't of violence or revenge in the future he will disregard them.
And let all sleep—while, to my shame, I see. The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame. Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent. To hide the slain? Oh, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!