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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:55:52 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
We will try it.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:56:02 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
But, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:56:22 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
Away, I do beseech you, both away:
I'll board him presently.
Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, and Attendants
Enter HAMLET, reading
O, give me leave:
How does my good Lord Hamlet?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:56:35 GMT
HAMLET
Well, God-a-mercy.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:56:49 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
Do you know me, my lord?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:57:00 GMT
HAMLET
Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:57:10 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
Not I, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:57:21 GMT
HAMLET
Then I would you were so honest a man.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:57:32 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
Honest, my lord!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:57:44 GMT
HAMLET
Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be
one man picked out of ten thousand.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:57:54 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
That's very true, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:58:05 GMT
HAMLET
For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a
god kissing carrion,--Have you a daughter?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:58:18 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
I have, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:58:35 GMT
HAMLET
Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a
blessing: but not as your daughter may conceive.
Friend, look to 't.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:58:47 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
[Aside] How say you by that? 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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