And when Claudius says it like that, Laertes can feel that there was merit in what he did--caught in the frame of Claudius's perceptive eye, Laertes feels seen, understood, worthy. His heart gives a hard, urgent throb that he recognizes now as love. "Come away with me," he says, and takes Claudius's hands across the table. "I love thee. I want thee. Come away with me, and let me learn thee anew."