ote 9: idea of duty.]

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_Volt._ In that, and all things, will we shew our duty.

_King._ We doubt it nothing, heartily farewell.

[Sidenote: 74] [1]_Exit Voltemand and Cornelius._

And now _Laertes_, what's the newes with you?
You told vs of some suite. What is't _Laertes_?
You cannot speake of Reason to the Dane,
And loose your voyce. What would'st thou beg _Laertes_,
That shall not be my Offer, not thy Asking?[2]
The Head is not more Natiue to the Heart,
The Hand more Instrumentall to the Mouth,
Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father.[3]
What would'st thou haue _Laertes_?

_Laer._ Dread my Lord, [Sidenote: My dread]
Your leaue and fauour to returne to France,
From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke
To shew my duty in your Coronation,
Yet now I must confesse, that duty done,
[Sidenote: 22] My thoughts and wishes bend againe towards toward
France,[4]
And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon.

_King._ Haue you your Fathers leaue?
What sayes _Pollonius_?

[A] _Pol._ He hath my Lord:
I do beseech you giue him leaue to go.

_King._ Take thy faire houre _Laertes_, time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will:
But now my Cosin _Hamlet_, and my Sonne?

[Footnote A: _In the Quarto_:--

_Polo._ Hath[5] my Lord wroung from me my slowe leaue
By laboursome petition, and at last
Vpon his will I seald my hard consent,[6]
I doe beseech you giue him leaue to goe.]

[Footnote 1: _Not in Q._]

[Footnote 2: 'Before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet
speaking, I will hear.'--_Isaiah_, lxv. 24.]

[Footnote 3: The villain king courts his courtiers.]

[Footnote 4: He had been educated there. Compare 23. But it would seem
rather to the court than the university he desired to return. See his
father's instructions, 38.]

[Footnote 5: _H'ath_--a contraction for _He hath_.]

[Footnote 6: A play upon the act of sealing a will with wax.]

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_Ham._ A little more then kin, and lesse then kinde.[1]

_King._ How is it that the Clouds still hang on you?

_Ham._ Not so my Lord, I am too much i'th'Sun.[2]
[Sidenote: so much my ... in the sonne.]

_Queen._ Good Hamlet cast thy nightly colour off,[4]
[Sidenote: nighted[3]]
And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke.
Do not for euer with thy veyled[5] lids [Sidenote: vai