Doe this, the king of _Denmarke_ shal be thankefull.
_Ros._ My Lord, whatsoeuer lies within our power
Your maiestie may more commaund in wordes
Then vse perswasions to your liege men, bound
By loue, by duetie, and obedience.
_Guil._ What we may doe for both your Maiesties
To know the griefe troubles the Prince your sonne,
We will indeuour all the best we may,
So in all duetie doe we take our leaue.
_King_ Thankes Guilderstone, and gentle Rossencraft.
_Que._ Thankes Rossencraft, and gentle Gilderstone.
_Enter Corambis and Ofelia._
_Cor._ My Lord, the Ambassadors are ioyfully
Return'd from _Norway_.
_King_ Thou still hast beene the father of good news.
_Cor._ Haue I my Lord? I assure your grace, [D3v]
I holde my duetie as I holde my life,
Both to my God, and to my soueraigne King:
And I beleeue, or else this braine of mine
Hunts not the traine of policie so well
As it had wont to doe, but I haue found
The very depth of Hamlets lunacie.
_Queene_ God graunt he hath.
_Enter the Ambassadors._
_King_ Now _Voltemar_, what from our brother _Norway_?
_Volt._ Most faire returnes of greetings and desires,
Vpon our first he sent forth to suppresse
His nephews leuies, which to him appear'd
To be a preparation gainst the Polacke:
But better look't into, he truely found