Ham. Words, words, words.
Pol. What is the matter, my lord?[749]
Ham. Between who?[750]
Pol. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.[751]
Ham. Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here that[752] 195
old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled,
their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum, and[753]
that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most[754]
weak hams: all which, sir, though I most powerfully and
potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus 200
set down; for yourself, sir, shall grow old as I am, if like a[755]
crab you could go backward.
Pol. [Aside] Though this be madness, yet there is[756][757][758]
method in't. Will you walk out of the air, my lord?[757]
Ham. Into my grave.[759] 205
Pol. Indeed, that's out of the air. [Aside] How pregnant[760][761]
sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness[760][762]
hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously[760][763][764]
be delivered of. I will leave him, and suddenly contrive[760][764][765][766]
the means of meeting between him and my daughter. My[760][766][767] 210
honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.[760][767]
Ham. You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I[768]
will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my[769][770]
life, except my life.[770]
Pol. Fare you well, my lord. 215