Queen. So he does, indeed.[728] 160
Pol. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him:
Be you and I behind an arras then;[729][730]
Mark the encounter: if he love her not,[729]
And be not from his reason fall'n thereon,
Let me be no assistant for a state, 165
But keep a farm and carters.[731]
King. We will try it.
Queen. But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.[732]
Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away:[733]
I'll board him presently.
[Exeunt King, Queen, and Attendants.
Enter Hamlet, reading.[734]
O, give me leave: how does my good Lord Hamlet?[735] 170
Ham. Well, God-a-mercy.