CLAUDIUS: I have no doubt that you will. Farewell.
And now you, Laertes. What could you beg of me that I would not freely give? After all, your father is as close to the throne of Denmark as the mind is to the heart, or the hand is to the mouth. What do you wish, Laertes?
LAERTES: Your permission to return to France, revered lord. I happily returned to Denmark to see your coronation, but now I find myself thinking of France once more.
CLAUDIUS: Have you your father’s permission? What says Polonius?
POLONIUS: My lord, he has worn me down and wrung my consent from me. I beseech you give him leave.
CLAUDIUS: Your time is yours, Laertes. Enjoy the opportunities of your youth.
And now you, Hamlet—my nephew and my new son.
HAMLET: Closer to you in kin now, but no more kindly felt.