Pol. Away I do beseech you, both away, He boord[4] him presently. Exit King & Queen[5] Oh giue me leaue.[6] How does my good Lord Hamlet?
Ham. Well, God-a-mercy.
Pol. Do you know me, my Lord?
[Sidenote: 180] Ham. Excellent, excellent well: y'are a
Fish-monger.[7] [Sidenote: Excellent well, you are]
Pol. Not I my Lord.
Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man.
Pol. Honest, my Lord?
Ham. I sir, to be honest as this world goes, is to bee one man pick'd out of two thousand. [Sidenote: tenne thousand[8]
Pol. That's very true, my Lord.
Ham.[9] For if the Sun breed Magots in a dead dogge, being a good kissing Carrion—[10] [Sidenote: carrion. Have] Haue you a daughter?[11]