Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.[736]
Pol. Not I, my lord.
Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man. 175
Pol. Honest, my lord![737]
Ham. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to[738]
be one man picked out of ten thousand.[738][739]
Pol. That's very true, my lord.
Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog,[740] 180
being a god kissing carrion—Have you a daughter?[741]
Pol. I have, my lord.
Ham. Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a
blessing; but as your daughter may conceive,—friend, look[742]
to't. 185
Pol. [Aside] How say you by that? Still harping on[743]
my daughter: yet he knew me not at first; he said I was a[743][744][745]
fishmonger: he is far gone: and truly in my youth I[743][745][746][747]
suffered much extremity for love; very near this. I'll[743][746][748]
speak to him again. What do you read, my lord?[743][746][749] 190