1 The sight is dismal; And our affairs from England come too late.
2 Do it, England; For like the hectic in my blood he rages, And thou must cure me.
3 It must be shortly known to him from England What is the issue of the business there.
4 If she find him not, To England send him; or confine him where Your wisdom best shall think.
5 Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England: of them I have much to tell thee.
6 Therefore prepare you, I your commission will forthwith dispatch, And he to England shall along with you.
7 Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, To the ambassadors of England gives This warlike volley.
8 It comes from th'ambassador that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
9 Therefore prepare thyself; The bark is ready, and the wind at help, Th'associates tend, and everything is bent For England.
10 The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: I cannot live to hear the news from England, But I do prophesy th'election lights On Fortinbras.
11 But since, so jump upon this bloody question, You from the Polack wars, and you from England Are here arriv'd, give order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view, And let me speak to th yet unknowing world How these things came about.