The Tragedie of Hamlet
1067739Cor. Haue I my Lord? I a
ssure your grace,
1068740I holde my duetie as I holde my life,
1069741Both to my God, and to my
soueraigne King:
1070742And I beleeue, or el
se this braine of mine
1071743Hunts not the traine of policie
so well
1072744As it had wont to doe, but I haue found
1073745The very depth of Hamlets lunacie.
1084748King Now
Voltemar, what from our brother
Norway?
1085749Volt. Mo
st faire returnes of greetings and de
sires,
1086750Vpon our
fir
st he
sent forth to
suppre
sse
1087751His nephews leuies, which to him appear'd
1088752To be a preparation gain
st the Polacke:
1089753But better look't into, he truely found
1090754It was again
st your Highne
sse, whereat grieued,
1091755That
so his
sickene
sse, age, and impotence,
1092756Was fal
sely borne in hand,
sends out arre
sts
1093757On
Fortenbrasse, which he in briefe obays,
1094758Receiues rebuke from
Norway: and in
fine,
1095759Makes vow before his vncle, neuer more
1096760To giue the a
ssay of Armes again
st your Maie
stie,
1097761Whereon olde
Norway ouercome with ioy,
1098762Giues him three thou
sand crownes in annuall fee,
1099763And his Commi
ssion to employ tho
se
souldiers,
1100764So leuied as before, again
st the Polacke,
1101765With an intreaty heerein further
shewne,
1102766That it would plea
se you to giue quiet pa
sse
1103767Through your dominions, for that enterpri
se
1104768On
such regardes of
safety and allowances
1106770King It likes vs well, and at
fit time and lea
sure
1107771Weele reade and an
swere the
se his Articles,
1109772Meane time we thanke you for your well
773Tooke labour: go to your re
st, at night weele fea
st togither:
1111774Right welcome home.
exeunt Ambassadors. Cor.