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 Mark the encounter; if he love her not, And be not from his reason fall'n thereon, Let me be no assistant for a state, But keep a farm and carters.

King. We will try it.

Queen. But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.

Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away; I'll board him presently. —

Oh, give me leave; How does my good Lord Hamlet?

Ham. Well, God-a-mercy.

Pol. Do you know me, my lord?

Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.