POLONIUS.
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?
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.
