POLONIUS: And what is the matter, my lord?
HAMLET: Matter with what?
POLONIUS: I mean what do the words say?
HAMLET: Slanders, sir—
For the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, mucus-filled eyes, wrinkly faces, and a plentiful lack of wit.
Of course, I believe it all, but I don’t think it’s good manners to set it down on paper. For you yourself, sir, shall grow as old as I am—
—if only you could go backward, like a crab.
POLONIUS: There’s a method to his madness.
POLONIUS: I will most humbly take my leave, my lord.
HAMLET: You can’t take anything from me that I care less about—except my life.
HAMLET: Except my life! Except my life.
POLONIUS: Fare you well, my lord.
HAMLET: These tedious old fools!
GUILDENSTERN: My honored lord!
ROSENCRANTZ: My dear sir!