Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Laer. Laer.
Laer. Dread my Lord,
Laer. Your leaue and fauour to returne to France,There is an ink mark at the end of this line.
Laer. From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke
Laer. To shew my duty in your Coronation,
Laer. Yet now I must confesse, that duty done,
Laer. My thoughts and wishes bend againe towards France,
Laer. And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon.
King. King.
King. Haue you your Fathers leaue?
King. What sayes Pollonius?
Pol. Pol.
Pol. He hath my Lord:
Pol. I do beseech you giue him leaue to go.
King. Take thy faire houre, Laertes, time be thine,
King. And thy best graces spend it at thy will:
King. But now my Cosin Hamlet, and my Sonne?
Ham. Ham.
Ham. A little more then kin, and lesse then kinde.