1 I commend my duty to your lordship.
2 Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.
3 In that, and all things, will we show our duty.
4 O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.
5 If that his Majesty would aught with us, We shall express our duty in his eye; And let him know so.
6 As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it.'
7 My liege and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time.
8 Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, To give these mourning duties to your father; But you must know, your father lost a father, That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound In filial obligation, for some term To do obsequious sorrow.
9 Dread my lord, Your leave and favour to return to France, From whence though willingly I came to Denmark To show my duty in your coronation; Yet now I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.