... only these well-said words would be appropriate under the circumstances now extant in Brooklyn as they had been in Elsinore:
"O, [we all] die... !
The potent poison quite o'er-crows [our spirits].
[We] cannot live to hear the news...
But [we] do prophesy the election [n]ights
On [Eaton & Lucretia, who do have] [our] dying voice.
So tell them, [with the imminent failings of Barsamian, Golden, Sapiashvili and the rest, more and/or less, which we have actively] solicited — THE REST IS SILENCE...."