Out of his subject: and we here dispatch[121] You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,[122] For bearers of this greeting to old Norway,[123] 35 Giving to you no further personal power[124] To business with the king more than the scope[124] Of these delated articles allow.[125] Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.[126] _Cor._} In that and all things will we show our duty.[127] 40 _Vol._} _King._ We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.[128] [_Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius._ And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?[129] You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, And lose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,[130] 45 That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?[131] The head is not more native to the heart,[132] The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.[133] What wouldst thou have, Laertes? _Laer._ My dread lord,[134] 50 Your leave and favour to return to France, From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, To show my duty in your coronation, Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France[135] 55 And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. _King._ Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?[136] _Pol._ He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave[137][138][139] By laboursome petition, and at last[138][139][140] Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:[139] 60 I do beseech you, give him leave to go. _King._ Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,[141] And thy best graces spend it at thy will![141][142] But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,--[143] _Ham._ [_Aside_] A little more than kin, and less than kind.[144] 65 _King._ How is it that the clouds still hang on you? _Ham._ Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.[145] _Queen_ Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,[146] And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids[147] 70 Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,[148] Passing through nature to eternity. _Ham._ Ay, madam, it is common. _Queen._ If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? 75