Away, I do beseech you, both away
I'll board him presently:O, give me leave.
[Exeunt King, Queen, and Attendants.]
[Enter Hamlet, reading.]
How does my good Lord Hamlet?
Ham.
Well, God-a-mercy.
Pol.
Do you know me, my lord?
Ham.
Excellent well; you're a fishmonger.
Pol.
Not I, my lord.
Ham.
Then I would you were so honest a man.
Pol.
Honest, my lord!
Ham.
Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man
picked out of ten thousand.
Pol.
That's very true, my lord.
Ham.
For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god-kissing
carrion,Have you a daughter?
Pol.
I have, my lord.
Ham.
Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a blessing, but not
as your daughter may conceive:friend, look to't.
Pol.
How say you by that?[Aside.] Still harping on my daughter:yet
he knew me not at first; he said I was a fishmonger: he is far
gone, far gone: and truly in my youth I suffered much extremity
for love; very near this. I'll speak to him again.What do you
read, my lord?
Ham.
Words, words, words.