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.
You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more
willingly part withal, — except my life, except my life, except my
Fare you well, my lord.
These tedious old fools!
[Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is.
[To Polonius.] God save you, sir!
My honoured lord!
My most dear lord!
My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah,
Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
As the indifferent children of the earth.
Happy in that we are not over-happy;
On fortune's cap we are not the very button.
Nor the soles of her shoe?
Neither, my lord.
Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her
Faith, her privates we.
In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she is a
strumpet. What's the news?
None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.
Then is doomsday near; but your news is not true. Let me
question more in particular: what have you, my good friends,
deserved at the hands of fortune, that she sends you to prison
Prison, my lord!
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