That shall not be my offer, not thy asking46?
The head is not more native47 to the heart,
The hand more instrumental48 to the mouth,
Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
What wouldst thou have, Laertes?
LAERTES Dread my lord51,
Your leave and favour52 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 towards France
And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon57.
KING Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?
POLONIUS He hath, my lord:
I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
KING Take thy fair hour, Laertes: time be thine,
And thy best graces62 spend it at thy will.--
But now, my cousin63 Hamlet, and my son--
HAMLET A little more than kin and less than kind64.
KING How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
Aside?
HAMLET Not so, my lord:-- I am too much i'th'sun.
GERTRUDE Good Hamlet, cast thy nightly colour67 off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Do not forever with thy veiled lids69
Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
Thou know'st 'tis common71, all that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
HAMLET Ay, madam, it is common.
GERTRUDE If it be,