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Scene Three 

A room in Polonius>house




My necessaries are embark'dfarewell

And sisteras the winds give benefit

And convoy is assistantdo not sleep

But let me hear from you


Do you doubt that


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

Forwardnot permanentsweetnot lasting

The perfume and suppliance of a minuteNo more


No more but so


Think it no more

For naturecrescent and bulkbutas this templewaxes

The inward service of the mind and soul

Grows wide withalPerhaps he loves you now

And now no soilnor cauteldothbesmirch

The virtue of his willbut you must fear

His greatness weigh'dhis will is not his own

For he himself is subject to his birth

He may notas unvalued persons do

Carve for himselffor on his choice depends

The safety and health of this whole state

And therefore must his choice be circumscribed

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

As he in his particular act and place

May give his saying deedwhich 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

Or lose your heartor your chaste treasure open

To his unmaster'dimportunity

Fear itOpheliafear itmy dear sister

And keep you in the rear of your affection

Out of the shot and danger of desire

The chariestmaid 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 gouth

Contagious blastmentsare most imminent

Be wary then best safety lies in fear

Youth to itself rebelsthough none else near


I shall the effect of this good lesson keep

As watchman to my heart But good my brother

Do notas some ungraciouspastorsdo

Show me the steep and thornyway to heaven

Whileslike a puff'd and recklesslibertine

Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads

And recks not his own rede


O fear me not

I stay too longbut here my father comes


A double blessing is a double grace

Occasion smiles upon a second leave


Yet hereLaertesaboardaboardfor shame

The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail

And you are stay'd forTheremy blessing with thee

And these few preceptsin thy memory

See thou character Give thy thoughts no tongue

Nor any unproportioned thought his act

Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar

Those friends thou hast and their adoption tried

Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel

But do not dull thy palmwith entertainment

Of each newhatch'd unfledgedcomradeBeware

Of entrance to a quarrel but being in

Bear>tthat the opposed may beware of thee

Give every man thy ear but few thy voice

Take each man's censurebut reserve thy judgment

Costly thy habit as thy pursecan buy

But not express'd in fancy rich not gaudy

For the apparel oftproclaimsthe man

And they in France of the best rank and station

Are of a most select and generous chief in that

Neither a borrower nor a lender be

For loanoft loses both itself and friend

And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry

This above allto thine ownself be true

And it must followas the night the day

Thou canst not then be false to any man

Farewell my blessing season this in thee


Most humbly do I take my leave my lord


The time invites yougo your servants tend


Farewell Ophelia and remember well

What I have said to you


>Tis in my memory lock'd

And you yourself shall keep the key of it





What is>tOpheliabe hath said to you


So please you something touching the Lord Hamlet


Marrywell bethought>Tis told me he hath very oft of late

Given private time to youand you yourself

Have of your audience been most free and bounteousIf it be so as so>tis put on meAnd that in way of cautionI must tell youYou do not understand yourself so clearly

As it behoves my daughter and your honourWhat is between you give me up the truth


He hathmy lordof late made many tendersOf his affection to me


Affection pooh you speak like a green girl

Unsifted in such perilous circumstance

Do you believe his tendersas you call them


I do not knowmy lord what I should think


MarryI>ll teach youthink yourself a baby

That you have ta>en these tenders for true pay

Which are not sterlingTenderyourself more dearly

Or——not to crack the wind of the poor phrase

Running it thus——you>ll tender me a fool


My lordhe hath importuned me witn love

In honourable fashion


Ayfashion you may call itgo togo to


And hath given countenanceto his speechmy lord

With almost all the holy vowsof heaven


Ayspringes to catch woodcocksI do know

When the blood burnshow prodigal the soul

Lends the tongue vows these blazes daughter

Giving more light than heatextinctin both

Even in their promise as it is a-making

You must not take for fireFrom this time

Be somewhat scanterof your maidenpresence

Set your entreatmentsat a higher rate

Than a command to parleyFor Lord Hamlet

Believe so much in himthat he is young

And with a larger tethermay he walk

Than may be given youin fewOphelia

Do not believe his vowsfor they are brokers

Not of that dye which their investments show

But mere imploratorsof unholysuits

Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds

The better to beguileThis is for all

I would not in plain terms from this time forth

Have you so slanderany moment leisure

As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet

Look to>tI charge youcome your ways


I shall obeymy lord



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