Hamlet
Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab you could go backward.
Polonius
Aside.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t. Will you walk out of the air, my lord?
Hamlet
Into my grave.
Polonius
Indeed, that is out o’ the air. How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter.—My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.
Aside.
Hamlet
You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.
Polonius
Fare you well, my lord.
Hamlet
These tedious old fools!