SAILOR

God bless you Sir. He shall Sir, an't please him. There's a Letter for you Sir: It comes from the Ambassadors that was bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is. When thou shalt have overlooked this, give these Fellows some means to the King: They have Letters for him. Ere we were two days old at Sea, a Pyrate of very Warlike appointment gave us Chase. Finding our selves too slow of Sail, we put on a compelled Valour. In the Grapple, I boarded them: On the instant they God clear of our Ship, so I alone became their Prisoner. They have dealt with me, Like Thieves of Mercy, but they knew what they did. I am to do a good turn for them. Let the King have the Letters I have sent, and repair thou to me with as much hast as thou wouldst fly death. I have words to speak in your ear, will make thee-dumbe, yet are they much too light for the boar of the Matter. These good Fellows will bring thee where I am. Rosincrance and Guildensterne, hold their course for England. Of them I have much to tell thee, Farewell. Come, I will give you way for these your Letters, And do't the speedier, that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them.