Hamlet,

 QUEEN. But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. 

 POLONIUS. Away, I do beseech you, both away I’ll board him presently. O, give me leave. 

 [Exeunt King, Queen and Attendants.] 

King, Queen

Attendants

 How does my good Lord Hamlet? 

 HAMLET. Well, God-a-mercy. 

 POLONIUS. Do you know me, my lord? 

 HAMLET. Excellent well. You’re a fishmonger. 

 POLONIUS. Not I, my lord. 

 HAMLET. Then I would you were so honest a man. 

 POLONIUS. Honest, my lord? 

 HAMLET. Ay sir, to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. 

 POLONIUS. That’s very true, my lord. 

 HAMLET. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a good kissing carrion,— Have you a daughter? 

 POLONIUS. I have, my lord. 

 HAMLET. Let her not walk i’ th’ sun. Conception is a blessing, but not as your daughter may conceive. Friend, look to’t. 

 POLONIUS. 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? 

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