Both your majesties Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty.

Way to cut through all the politics there, Rosencrantz. Just slice right through all the decoration and elaboration, the nicey nice, the attempts to suggest future fortunes – Rosencrantz just calls it out.
You don’t need to persuade us. We’re duty bound to do whatever you say.
There’s no need for this pretense of us doing you a favor, and you potentially rewarding us with profit.
Sometimes I wish I could be this direct when someone is pretending that I’m not obligated to do something that I am actually obligated to do if I want to keep my job. I’d like to call out those dread pleasures as the commands they are.