To businesse with the King,
Then those related articles do shew:
Farewell, and let your haste commend your dutie.
_Gent._ In this and all things will wee shew our dutie.
_King._ Wee doubt nothing, hartily farewel:
And now _Leartes_; what's the news with you?
You said you had a sute what i'st _Leartes_?
_Lea._ My gratious Lord, your fauorable licence,
Now that the funerall rites are all performed,
I may haue leaue to go againe to _France_, [B3v]
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_.
_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.
_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.
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,
Nor all together mixt with outward semblance,
Is equall to the sorrow of my heart,