_Volt._ In that, and all things, will we shew our duty.

_King._ We doubt it nothing, heartily farewell.

[Sidenote: 74] [1]_Exit Voltemand and Cornelius._

And now _Laertes_, what's the newes with you?
You told vs of some suite. What is't _Laertes_?
You cannot speake of Reason to the Dane,
And loose your voyce. What would'st thou beg _Laertes_,
That shall not be my Offer, not thy Asking?[2]
The Head is not more Natiue to the Heart,
The Hand more Instrumentall to the Mouth,
Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father.[3]
What would'st thou haue _Laertes_?

_Laer._ Dread my Lord, [Sidenote: My dread]
Your leaue and fauour to returne to France,
From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke
To shew my duty in your Coronation,
Yet now I must confesse, that duty done,
[Sidenote: 22] My thoughts and wishes bend againe towards toward
France,[4]
And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon.

_King._ Haue you your Fathers leaue?
What sayes _Pollonius_?

[A] _Pol._ He hath my Lord:
I do beseech you giue him leaue to go.