POLONIUS.
Away, I do beseech you, both away
I’ll board him presently. O, give me leave.
[Exeunt King, Queen and Attendants.]
How does my good Lord Hamlet?
HAMLET.
Well, God-a-mercy.
POLONIUS.
Do you know me, my lord?
HAMLET.
Excellent well. You are 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.