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Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood; A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The [perfume and suppliance of a minute ; No more. .
Oph. No more but so :
Laer. Think it no more :
If she unmask her beauty to the moon.
Oph. I shall th’ effect of this good lesson keep,
Laer. . O, fear me not. I stay too long ; — but here my father comes.
A double blessing is a double grace ;
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice ;
Oph. 'Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Laer. Farewell. [Ea'it LAERTEs.
Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you ? Oph. So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
Pol. Marry, well bethought : 'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late Given private time to you; and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounteous. If it be so, (and 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. 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. . Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love, In honourable fashion. Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to. Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord, 4 With almost all the [holy] vows of Heaven. Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat, — extinct in both, Even in their promise, as it is a making, — You must not take for fire. From this time, daughter, Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence: Set your entreatments at a higher rate Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, Believe so much in him, that he is young, And with a larger tether may he walk, Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers, Not of that eye which their investments shew, But mere implorators of unholy suits,
Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
Enter HAMLET, HoRATIo, and MARCELLUs.
Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air. Ham. What hour now * PHor. I think it lacks of twelve. Mar. No, it is struck. Hor. Indeed? I heard it not : it then draws near the season, Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within. What does this mean, my lord * Ham. The King doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, . Keeps wassel, and the swaggering up-spring reels; And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge. Hor. *. Is it a custom * Ham. Ay, marry, is't : But to my mind, – though I am native here, And to the manner born, – it is a custom