Cornelius Voltimand
In that and all things will we show our duty.
King
We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.
And now, Laertes, what’s the news with you?
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,
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
The head is not more native to the heart,
The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
What wouldst thou have, Laertes?
Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius .
Laertes
My dread lord,
Your leave and favour to return to France;