Ham. Into my grave?
[Crosses R.]
Pol. (L.) Indeed, that is out o' the air.—How pregnant sometimes his replies[29] are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter.—My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.