Thus much the business is: we have here writ 
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,–
Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
 Of this his nephew’s purpose,–to suppress
 His further gait herein; in that the levies,
 The lists and full proportions, are all made 
Out of his subject.

The old men
Write to each other
From their beds –
Requesting that their young whipper snapper relatives
Be kept in line.
Please tell your impetuous son to get off my lawn.
Get your nephew to stop playing baseball in my yard.
Drag your feeble old bones out of your bed
Get your young people in line –
Don’t you know what he’s up to?

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