Or thinking by our late dear brother's death
Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
Colleagued with the dream of his advantage21,
He hath not failed to pester us with message
Importing23 the surrender of those lands
Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,
To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
Enter Voltemand and Cornelius
Now for ourself and for this time of meeting,
Thus much the business is: we have here writ
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras --
Who, impotent and bedrid29, scarcely hears
Of this his nephew's purpose -- to suppress
His further gait herein, in that the levies31,
The lists and full proportions, are all made
Out of his subject. And we here dispatch
You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand,
For bearing of this greeting to old Norway,
Giving to you no further personal power
To37 business with the king, more than the scope
Of these dilated articles38 allow.
Gives a paper
Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty39.
VOLTEMAND In that, and all things, will we show our duty.
KING We doubt it nothing41: heartily farewell.--
Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius
And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
You told us of some suit43: what is't, Laertes?
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane44
And lose your voice45: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,