You were expecting Polonius to pay you a visit at your quarters, but you actually ended up meeting him in the lobby by some fortune.
"Good day, my lord!" he greets upon seeing you.
"Good day, my good lord Polonius," you decide to reply courteously.
"My lord Hamlet, it is fortuitous that I chance upon you here - though I have been on my way to see you about a matter, so one could say it's partly by design as well. Though one could say that everything happens by design, since don't all fortuitous events happen by the design of fate? Ah, but to expostulate why day is day, night is night, and time is time would be nothing but to waste day, night, and time."
"You wanted to see me, my lord?" You ask when he pauses, so that he doesn't waste any more day, night, and time.
"Ah yes. Well, it's not a big matter, really. Though one could say that matters of the heart are always dear, eh? Anyhow, I met one of your attendants near my humble abode yesternight trying to inquire after my fair Ophelia on your behalf. I was not aware that you hold my dear daughter in such high regards, my lord."
"Ah, I loved her very much," you lament dramatically, "She's been the sun and stars of my world once. At one point I was sure she would be the one I would spend the rest of my life with. But now I realize she doesn't feel the same way about me. I'm trying very hard to forget her."
Polonius pulls a sympathetic face that's just a tad too exaggerated to be genuine. The regret in his eyes does seem to be real, however, especially matched with the greedy gleam that momentarily appeared. "Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that. Are you sure, my lord? Perhaps there is a misunderstanding."
"What am I meant to think when she refuses to even answer my mail? I don't know what I did wrong."
"I'll try to speak with her for you, my lord," says Polonius, "Don't give up hope yet! For when love is young-" He looks ready to launch into a lengthy speech, but gets interrupted by a trumpet. Fortunately.
You look gratefully toward the source of your salvation. "Ah, the actors that my good friends said they met on the road!"
"Oh yes, indeed," Polonius quickly agrees, "what a fine company."
"Are you familiar with theater, my lord?"
"I am indeed, sir! I was an actor myself once, and was said to be a good one."
"Indeed, sir!" You compliment, "Then I trust you'll take very good care of these fine gentlemen! And we must speak some more later regarding what they should play for us. Who better to take advice from than one who knows the theater from the inside?"
Polonius practically preens with the praise. The two of you welcome the actors genially, and you ask Polonius to get them settled in and compensate them accordingly. Left alone, you have more time to think.
Was that an opportunity you just saw?