haste,
[Exit
Polonius.]
Will you
two help
to hasten
them?
Both. We
will, my
lord.
Exeunt
they two.
Ham. What,
ho,
Horatio!
Enter
Horatio.
Hor. Here,
sweet
lord, at
your
service.
Ham.
Horatio,
thou art
e'en as
just a man
As e'er my
conversation
cop'd
withal.
Hor. O, my
dear lord!
Ham. Nay,
do not
think I
flatter;
For what
advancement
may I hope
from thee,
That no
revenue
hast but
thy good
spirits To
feed and
clothe
thee? Why
should the
