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A room in Polonius's house.
Enter Laertes and Ophelia.
And, sister, as the winds give benefit
But let me hear from you.
Do you doubt that? 5 Laer. For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,
Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute; 10 No more. Oph.
No more but so?
Think it no more:
He may not, as unvalued persons do,
scribed Unto the voice and yielding of that body Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he
loves you, It fits your wisdom so far to believe it 25 As he in his particular act and place May give his saying deed; which is no further Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. Then weigh what loss your honour may
sustain, If with too credent ear you list his songs, 30 Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure
open To his unmastered importunity. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister, And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire. The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon. Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes. The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent. Be wary then, best safety lies in fear. Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
45 Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
As watchman to my heart. But, good my
And recks not his own rede.
O, fear me not.
Occasion smiles upon a second leave. 55 Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for
shame! 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. Give thy thoughts no
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment 65 Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.
Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee! Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. Pol. The time invites you; go, your servants tend. Laer. Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well
What I have said to you. Oph.
'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? Oph. So please you, something touching the Lord
'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
Have of your audience been most free and
What is between you? Give me up the truth. Oph. He hath, my lord, of late made many
tenders 100 Of his affection to me. Pol. Affection! pooh! You speak like a green
Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should
I 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
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,