Hamlet act 2 scene 3

How does my good lord Hamlet? Well, God-a-mercy
Do you know me, my lord? Excellent well; you are a fishmonger
Not I, my lord Then I would you were so honest a man
Honest, my lord! Ay sir, to be honest as this world goes is to be one man picked out of ten thousand
That’s very true, my lord For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog being a god kissing carrion–Have you a daughter?
I have my lord Let her not walk in the sun, conception is a blessing but not as your daughter may concieve. Friend, look to it
What do you read my lord? Words, words, words
I will must humbly take my leave of you You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal, except my life.
Fare you well my lord These tedious old fools
My most dear lord! My excellent good friends! How doust thou? Guildenstern? ah, rousencrantz! good lads how de ye both
Happy, in that we are not over happy; on fortune’s cap we are not the very button Nor the soles of her shoes?
Neither, my lord? Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favors?
Faith, her privates we In the secret parts of fortune? O. most true she s a strumpet. What’s the news?
None, my lord, but that the world’s grow honest Then is doomsday year: but your news is not true. But, in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?
To visit you my lord, no other occasion? Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you: and sure, dear friends, my friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal justly with me: come, Come nay speak
what should we say, my lord? Anything but to the purpose. you were sent for, and there is a kind of confession in your looks which your modesties have not craft enough to color: I know the good king and queen have sent for you
To what end my lord? That you must each me. But let me conjure you, by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our ever preserved love, and by that what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal be even and direct with me, were you sent for or no?
WHat say you? Nay then, I have an eye of you. If you love me hold not off
My lord, we were sent for I wil tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your discoevery, and your secrecy to the king and wueen mult no feather. I have of late, wherefor I know not, lost all my mirth
We coted them on the way, and hither are they coming to offer your service WHat players are they?
Event those you were weont to take delight in, the tradgedians of the city WHat players are they?