POLONIUS.
Indeed, that is out o' the air. [Aside.] How pregnant sometimes
his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which
reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I
will leave him and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between
him and my daughter. — My honourable lord, I will most humbly take
my leave of you.
HAMLET.
You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more
willingly part withal, — except my life, except my life, except my
life.
POLONIUS.
Fare you well, my lord.
HAMLET.
These tedious old fools!
[Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
POLONIUS.
You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is.
ROSENCRANTZ.
[To Polonius.] God save you, sir!
[Exit Polonius.]
