1 He never gave commandment for their death.
2 But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony.
3 His antique sword, Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, Repugnant to command.
4 But, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command; or rather, as you say, my mother.
5 No, my good lord; but as you did command, I did repel his letters and denied His access to me.
6 We both obey, And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, To lay our service freely at your feet To be commanded.
7 From this time Be something scanter of your maiden presence; Set your entreatments at a higher rate Than a command to parley.
8 Both your majesties Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty.
9 The ears are senseless that should give us hearing, To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd, That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.
10 Her death was doubtful; And but that great command o'ersways the order, She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd Till the last trumpet.
11 If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's commandment; if not, your pardon and my return shall be the end of my business.
12 See what a grace was seated on this brow, Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command, A station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill: A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.