Laertes Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius? Polonius He has, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave By laborsome petition, and at last Upon his will I sealed my hard consent. I do beseech you give him leave to go. Read more about popup_note_index_item 416
Claudius But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son — Hamlet A little more than kin, and less than kind. Claudius How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Hamlet Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun. Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "more than kin" and "'i' the sun"
Horatio My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Hamlet I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow student. I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Horatio Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. Hamlet Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Ere I had ever seen that day, Horatio. Read more about popup_note_index_item 418
