[Sc. ii.]
King Lordes, we here haue writ to Fortenbrasse,
Nephew to olde Norway, who impudent
And bed-rid, scarcely heares of this his
Nephews purpose: and Wee heere dispatch
Yong good Cornelia, and you Voltemar 5
For bearers of these greetings to olde
Norway, giuing to you no further personall power
To businesse with the King,
Then those related articles do shew:
Farewell, and let your haste commend your dutie. 10
Gent. In this and all things will wee shew our dutie.
King. Wee doubt nothing, hartily farewel:
And now Leartes what's the newes with you?[2422]
You said you had a sute what i'st Leartes?
Lea. My gratious Lord, your fauorable licence, 15
Now that the funerall rites are all performed,
I may haue leaue to go againe to France,
For though the fauour of your grace might stay mee,
Yet something is there whispers in my hart,
Which makes my minde and spirits bend all for France. 20
King Haue you your fathers leaue, Leartes?
Cor. He hath, my lord, wrung from me a forced graunt,
And I beseech you grant your Highnesse leaue.
King With all our heart, Leartes fare thee well.
Lear. I in all loue and dutie take my leaue. 25
King. And now princely Sonne Hamlet, Exit.
What meanes these sad and melancholy moodes?
For your intent going to Wittenberg,
Wee hold it most vnmeet and vnconuenient,
Being the Ioy and halfe heart of your mother. 30
Therefore let mee intreat you stay in Court,
All Denmarkes hope our coosin and dearest Sonne.