I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape All. ye Our duty to your honor. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: farewell. were come ! [rise, Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. [Exit. SCENE III.-A Room in Polonius's House. Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA. Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; fare. well: And, sister, as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant, do not sleep, But let me hear from you. Oph. Do you doubt that? Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favor, Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood; A violet in the youth of primy nature, Oph. No more but so? Think it no more: 10 For nature, crescent, does not grow alone now; And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch The virtue of his will: but you must fear, His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own; For he himself is subject to his birth : Carve for himself; for on his choice depends 20 scribed Unto the voice and yielding of that body Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you, [ther It fits your wisdom so far to believe it, tain, If with too credent ear you list his songs. 30 Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; Laer. 40 O, fear me not. 50 I stay too long;-but here my father comes. Enter POLONIUS. A double blessing is a double grace; Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame; The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail And you are stay'd for. with thee! There, my blessing [Laying his hand on LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. 60 Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; Of entrance to a quarrel: but, being in, Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, 70 But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man; And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all,-to thine ownself be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. 8c 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. [Exit. 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 If it be so, (as so 'tis put on me, And that in way of caution,) I must tell you tenders Of his affection to me. Pol. Affection! pooh! you speak like a Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. should think. [a baby, Pol. Marry, I'll teach you think yourself That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly; 90 100 |