His greatnefs weigh'd, his will is not his own; May give his faying deed; which is no further, Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open Fear it, Ophelia; fear it, my dear fifter; your affection, : Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. Shew me the steep and thorny way to heaven; And And recks not his own read. Laer. O, fear me not. I ftay too long; but here my father comes. Enter POLONIUS. A double bleffing is a double grace; Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for The wind fits in the fhoulder of your fail, [fhame And you are staid for: There, my bleflings with you [Laying his band on LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue Bear it that the oppofer may beware of thee. But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: And they in France, of the best rank and station, Farewell: Farewell; my bleffing feafon this in thee! Laer. Moft humbly do I take my leave, my lord. Pol. The time invites you; go, your fervants tend. Laer. Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well What I have faid to you. Oph. 'Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself fhall keep the key of it. Laer. Farewell. [Exit LAERTES. Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath faid to you? Oph. So please you, fomething touching the lord Pol. Marry, well bethought: 'Tis told me he hath very oft of late [Hamlet. Given private time to you: and you yourself And that in the way of caution), I must tell you, As it behoves my daughter, and your honour: Pol. Affection? puh! you speak like a green girl, Unfifted in fuch perilous circumftance. 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 Wronging 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. Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord. With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Pol. Ay, fprings to catch woodcocks. I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the foul Lends the tongue vows; Thefe 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, Be fomewhat scanter of your maiden presence; Set your entreatments at a higher rate, Than a command to parley. For lord Hamlet, Believe fo 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 dye which their investments fhew, But mere implorators of unholy fuits, Breathing like fanctified and pious bonds, The better to beguile. This is for all,I would not in plain terms from this time forth, Have you fo flander any moment's leifure, As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet. Look to't, I charge you; come your ways. Opb. I fhall obey, my lord. SCENE IV. The platform. [Exeunt. Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and Marcellus. Ham. The air bites fhrewdly; it is very cold. Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air. Ham. What hour now? Hor. I think it lacks of twelve. Mar. No, it has ftruck. Hor. Hor. Indeed! I heard it not; it then draws near the season, Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [Noife of mufic within. What does this mean, my lord? Ham. The king doth wake to night, and takes his roufe, Keeps waffel, and the fwaggering up-spring reels; Hor. Is it a custom? Ham. Ay, marry, is't; But, to my mind-though I am native here, More honour'd in the breach than the obfervance, Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations: From our achievements, tho' perform'd at height, That for fome vicious mole of nature in them, By the o'ergrowth of fome complexion, Shall |