King. How may we try further?
Polonius. You know sometimes he walks four hours together
Here in the lobby.
Queen. So he does indeed.
Polonius. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him.
Be you and I behind an arras then.
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.
[Enter Hamlet, reading a book]
Queen. But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.
Polonius. Away, I do beseech you both, away.