How all occasions do inform against me and spur my dull revenge!
Hamlet is being sent to England (carrying his own death warrant, though he doesn’t yet know it). On the road, he encounters Fortinbras’s army marching to fight over a tiny, worthless piece of land. The contrast between their willingness to die for nothing and his own paralysis over a real cause stings him into resolution.
Hamlet’s last soliloquy. Seeing Fortinbras’s army fight for a worthless patch of land, he is shamed into resolving on bloody action.