POLONIUS.
If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter that I
love passing well.
HAMLET.
Nay, that follows not.
POLONIUS.
What follows, then, my lord?
HAMLET.
Why —
'As by lot, God wot,'
and then, you know,
'It came to pass, as most like it was — '
The first row of the pious chanson will show you more; for look
where my abridgment comes.
[Enter four or five Players.]
You are welcome, masters; welcome, all: — I am glad to see thee
well. — welcome, good friends. — O, my old friend! Thy face is
valanc'd since I saw thee last; comest thou to beard me in
Denmark? — What, my young lady and mistress! By'r lady, your
ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the
altitude of a chopine. Pray God, your voice, like a piece of
uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the ring. — Masters, you are
all welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers, fly at
anything we see: we'll have a speech straight: come, give us a
taste of your quality: come, a passionate speech.
