45 Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, 50 Laer. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; O, fear me not. A double blessing is a double grace; Occasion smiles upon a second leave. 55 Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame! 60 65 The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are stayed for. There; my blessing with thee! And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. tongue, Give thy thoughts no Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, Are of a most select and generous chief in that. Oph. 70 75 80 'Tis in my memory locked, 85 And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Laer. Farewell. [Exit. Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? Hamlet. Pol. Marry, well bethought. 'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late Given private time to you, and you yourself 90 95 100 Have of your audience been most free and bounteous. If it be so-as so 'tis put on me, And that in way of caution-I must tell you, You do not understand yourself so clearly As it behoves my daughter and your honour. What is between you? Give me up the truth. Oph. He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders Of his affection to me. Pol. Affection! pooh! You speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should think. 105 Pol. Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly, Or-not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, Running it thus-you'll tender me a fool. 110 Oph. My lord, he hath importuned me with love In honorable fashion. Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it. Go to, go to. Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord, With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, 115 When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. daughter, These blazes, Giving more light than heat, extinct in both You must not take for fire. From this time 120 ence. 125 Set your entreatments at a higher rate I would not, in plain terms, from this time Have you so slander any moment leisure, As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Look to 't, I charge you. Oph. I shall obey, my lord. Come your ways. 135 [Exeunt. 10 15 SCENE IV. The platform. Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus. Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Ham. What hour now? Hor. Mar. No, it is struck. I think it lacks of twelve. 5 Hor. Indeed? I heard it not. It then draws near the season Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. What does this mean, my lord? Ham. The King doth wake to-night and takes his Hor. rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out Ham. Ay, marry, is't, Is it a custom? But to my mind, though I am native here |