_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. _Ham._ My lord, ti's not the sable sute I weare: No nor the teares that still stand in my eyes, Nor the distracted hauiour in the visage, 35 Nor all together mixt with outward semblance, Is equall to the sorrow of my heart, Him haue I lost I must of force forgoe, These but the ornaments and sutes of woe. _King_ This shewes a louing care in you, Sonne _Hamlet_, 40 But you must thinke your father lost a father, That father dead, lost his, and so shalbe vntill the Generall ending. Therefore cease laments, It is a fault gainst heauen, fault gainst the dead, A fault gainst nature, and in reasons 45 Common course most certaine, None liues on earth, but hee is borne to die. _Que._ Let not thy mother loose her praiers _Hamlet_, Stay here with vs, go not to _Wittenberg_. _Ham._ I shall in all my best obay you madam. 50 _King_ Spoke like a kinde and a most louing Sonne, And there's no health the King shall drinke to day, But the great Canon to the clowdes shall tell The rowse the King shall drinke vnto Prince _Hamlet_. _Exeunt all but Hamlet._