POLONIUS: By God, it is indeed like a camel.
HAMLET: To me it looks like a weasel.
POLONIUS: It does have a back like a weasel’s.
HAMLET: Or like a whale.
POLONIUS: Very like a whale.
HAMLET: They’ll go along with me no matter how mad I act...
HAMLET: I will come to my mother soon.
POLONIUS: I will say so to her.
HAMLET: Leave me, “friends.”