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SCENE III. A room in Polonius' house.
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Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA
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LAERTES
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My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:
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And, sister, as the winds give benefit
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And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
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But let me hear from you.
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OPHELIA
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Do you doubt that?
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LAERTES
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For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,
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Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
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A violet in the youth of primy nature,
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Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
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The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
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OPHELIA
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No more but so?
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LAERTES
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Think it no more;
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For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
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In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,
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The inward service of the mind and soul
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Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
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And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
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The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
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His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
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For he himself is subject to his birth:
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He may not, as unvalued persons do,
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Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
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The safety and health of this whole state;
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And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
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Unto the voice and yielding of that body
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Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
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It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
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As he in his particular act and place
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May give his saying deed; which is no further
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Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
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Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
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If with too credent ear you list his songs,
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Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
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To his unmaster'd importunity.
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Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
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And keep you in the rear of your affection,
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Out of the shot and danger of desire.
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The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
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If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
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Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
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The canker galls the infants of the spring,
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Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
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And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
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Contagious blastments are most imminent.
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Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
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Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
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OPHELIA
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I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
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As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
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Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
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Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
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Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
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Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
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And recks not his own rede.
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LAERTES
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O, fear me not.
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I stay too long: but here my father comes.
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Enter POLONIUS
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A double blessing is a double grace,
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Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
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LORD POLONIUS
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Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!
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The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
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And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
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And these few precepts in thy memory
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See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
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Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
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Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
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Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
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Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
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But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
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Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
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Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
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Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
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Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
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Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
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Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
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But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
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For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
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And they in France of the best rank and station
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Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
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Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
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For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
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And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
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This above all: to thine ownself be true,
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And it must follow, as the night the day,
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Thou canst not then be false to any man.
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Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
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LAERTES
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Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
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LORD POLONIUS
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The time invites you; go; your servants tend.
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LAERTES
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Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well
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What I have said to you.
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OPHELIA
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'Tis in my memory lock'd,
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And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
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LAERTES
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Farewell.
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Exit
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LORD POLONIUS
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What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?
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OPHELIA
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So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
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LORD POLONIUS
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Marry, well bethought:
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'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
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Given private time to you; and you yourself
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Have of your audience been most free and bounteous:
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If it be so, as so 'tis put on me,
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And that in way of caution, I must tell you,
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You do not understand yourself so clearly
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As it behoves my daughter and your honour.
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What is between you? give me up the truth.
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OPHELIA
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He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
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Of his affection to me.
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LORD POLONIUS
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Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,
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Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
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Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
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OPHELIA
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I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
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LORD POLONIUS
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Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;
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That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,
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Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
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Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
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Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool.
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OPHELIA
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My lord, he hath importuned me with love
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In honourable fashion.
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LORD POLONIUS
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Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.
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OPHELIA
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And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
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With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
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LORD POLONIUS
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Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
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When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
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Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,
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Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,
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Even in their promise, as it is a-making,
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You must not take for fire. From this time
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Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;
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Set your entreatments at a higher rate
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Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
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Believe so much in him, that he is young
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And with a larger tether may he walk
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Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,
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Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
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Not of that dye which their investments show,
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But mere implorators of unholy suits,
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Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
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The better to beguile. This is for all:
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I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
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Have you so slander any moment leisure,
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As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
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Look to't, I charge you: come your ways.
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OPHELIA
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I shall obey, my lord.
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Exeunt
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